Letters, remember them
then young, old now, long gone
beginnings, becoming men
tea rooms, halls walked, sober, drunk
led on, showing off, shown up
meant for no one, between two
dissected, analysed, misread, judged
letters, remember addressed to someone
known by, their minds, not you.
First thoughts ill-advised, second maybe better.
Watched the teatime news
emotions, hopes, confused
can’t go out today
that’s what the modellers say
untested, tested, pray
Never dated… his poems laid confused.
‘Shorts – a take on poetry’ the first book of my transition from scientist to writer will be published in May by Potter’s Grove Press. Writing poetry came as a surprise to me. I’d a novel in mind, ‘Believing Sight Unseen,’ it still is; competing hard with the immediacy of poetry.
I started writing late, creatively, that is. Until 2012 I wrote disciplined non-fiction, lived a scientist’s life of peer review and publication. I worked at boundaries; of the physical and life sciences, of industry and academia, of research and mentoring, of observation and extrapolation. 2012 to 2017 the transition made, not easily, not smoothly, easing out of science, finding my way to write.
Turned out my approach to writing not so different to the way I did science – a little unconventional – using words in place of molecules to explore boundaries; real, imagined, of my mind and yours. In short, PowerPoint bullet points became verse – I like to keep things tight.
Greyed out, blue dulled
more than, less than words
mysterious, not really
sophisticated, quite absurd
breathes dreams, edged
defined by lines, innocence
space between, of another time
He thought… she said, ‘That’s something.’
Young again? Can’t be… remembered, forgotten.