My Poetry

I’ve seen quite a bit of poetry as I’ve travelled through blog land. It’s something that I love to read and enjoy, yet I’ve never been successful in writing any. Until today. This is my first attempt at anything that can resemble poetry, so please forgive me if it’s not quite as it should be.

This came about in one of those moments that appear from nowhere. It crept through the great inner space at the top of my head just as I was falling asleep. It was still there when I woke this morning. The first line, about flying to Singapore, must have been rattling around my bonce all night. When I got up this morning, I did that rare thing that I never do and wrote it down. I spent the rest of the morning adding to it and here’s the final result. I hope you like it.

The Poem

I took a plane to Singapore
And all I did was sleep and snore.

I rode my bike on Offas Dyke
Alone and cold, what was I like?

I caught a bus to Wigan Pier
Then sat and drank a ginger beer.

I flagged a cab to old Baghdad
And just saw sand, it was so sad.

I carried a baton to Manhattan
Then took the ferry across to Staten.

Wherever I go, wherever I roam,
There’ll never be a place like home.

I walked a mile to see your smile
And every step was so worthwhile.

It Should Be Fun

Well, that’s it. I did work hard at putting this together and I have nothing but admiration for those who can write poetry. To me, I can find it hard being serious about some subjects, probably why I got into a lot of trouble at school. I like poetry, music and art, yet I always have trouble when it comes to the technical side of things. That’s when it stops being fun. Cadences and things like that, I have no interest in them. However, if a piece of poetry tugs at my heart or a piece of music makes me want to dance, then I like it.

This Could Be The Start

I may try and write some more poetry in the future. I’ve enjoyed this moment of solitary bish bashing of pencil and paper. As of yet, I don’t have a proper title, so for now, I’ll just call it ‘Singapore’ as that is the first line that came to me. As always, I’d love to read any comments you may have. Who knows, it could be the start of something big, but I won’t hold my breath.

A great website of Poetry for Beginners.