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Some poems and reflections on life

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Owed to perfection

Inspired by reading “The 7 Secrets of the Prolific: The Definitive Guide to Overcoming Procrastination, Perfectionism, and Writer’s Block”  by Hillary Rettig


Perfectly you stand, in glory
Astride the sea-wall gates
A colossus guarding all who enter

No one can ever measure up
Nothing will ever compare
All will fail under your shadow

We wait in dread silence
For the muse to strike
For that amazing inspiration we need
To propel ourselves over your wall

Faint praise damns us to hell
Good enough is never good enough

We lie stuck in the stench of our own self loathing
As giants stroll by not realising
That all we have to do is
stand up

So get up
Strut your stuff
Damn the critics
Damn the reviewers
Damn that voice inside that tells you you are not worthy

Run naked down the street
in all your flabby glory
Get out of where you are
And tell everyone your story

Not because it will be the ‘next big thing’
Not because it will get applause
Not because it will bring fame and fortune
Or not even because it will make this sorry world a little brighter

Tell it because it is yours to tell
Tell it because it is our story

Rough and ready – full of wholes
Written badly is better
than not written at all.





Hitching up to the train again

It has been over a year since I last contributed to the Monday Poetry Train. I have written this piece on the theme of rejoining the train. It includes some memories of India Rail journies that came as I wrote it. Please do add on your own “thought carriages” in the comments.

Hitching up to the train again;
a gypsy carriage, bright flowers adorn the sides
a dog sits on the back porch, watching the world fly by
inside, a quiet old man contemplates the word.

Hitching up to the train again;
putting time aside each day
to write, to rite, to right the wrong,
no wrong time to write.

Hitching up to the train again;
to see where it will go
into what new lands of imagination
will this journey take us?

Hitching up to the train again;
2nd class sleeper, crammed to overflowing
a man sells massages for 10 rupees
skinny white guy gets pummelled to everyones’ amusement.

Hitching up to the train again;
heat penetrates the carriage from every side
stiffling all conversation and activity
the oven is on the outside.

Hitching up to the train again;
1st class sleeper
family ignores the foreign presence
girl begs for money at the window, left over meal highlights her day.

Come on and hitch up to the train again!
Lets go along for the ride
Leave the comfort of this go-nowhere-fast life
And see what is around the corner.