Just a Little Taster

What is it
That causes the embers
To glow? To stay
Cautiously waiting.
A spark,
a way to become
That flame
That burned before.
Time has come
To its end.
It can no longer
Quench the fire.


This poem is just a little taster poem I thought I'd share. I wanted to try a much more modern way of writing poetry, which I don't tend to usually go for, as it may be more acceptable to some and maybe draw in a little group of you people so you can see how the oldies did it.

For me modern ways of expression aren't all that great, there are some gems out there obviously, but back in the days of constant murdering over religion (not much different to know-a-days, only know we use guns) poets would create masterpieces over years that would truly stand the test of time. Now it's different, there is a constant demand for everything so people will churn out shit everyday of the week. I'm saying that my work is any better than those out there now or those from years before, but I intend to give more than just words thrown onto a page.

Please keep an eye out for my work, which will certainly be better than this cowpat of a poem at the top of this post.

And just for those people who would like to just jump straight in I do have a poetry book available for kindle by the title, From Bird to Bird No Sky Between, enjoy you crazy fuckers.