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I've been looking at new cars for a while - but year after year my Toyota Avensis kept clocking up the miles and passing its MOT with minor work required, until this year when it became clear that a noise from the gear box might just be it's undoing - and so it was as I headed down the M1 to see City play Tottenham a loud noise and inability to change gear spelt the end. It returned home on the back of a recovery vehicle and then went for scrap.
Two new poems - one a quick sketch of a Greenbelt moment, and another my first ever attempt at a sonnet.
I've written poems for as about as long as I can remember. I love the way that I'm forced to pick words in a way that I don't always do with prose. In doing so, I like to cut the word count down to the bare minimum - often it is a good discipline. Somehow, writing poetically allows moods to take shape, ideas to flow, moments to be encapsulated. And when I read poems, that is what I'm looking for as well - that the writer articulates more than just an idea - that their words paint a picture, express emotion, stir up a thought process and lead us into fresh mind-scapes.