Wednesday, 19 August 2009

Not Sloth

I fell into a trap at dawn.

East, the sun

lit the sea awash

and I looked for, longed for, ached for, rest.


Stepping into this trap

I laid up

but knew, deep down, that ink can run

letters form, words rhyme, there’s no time


and I saw a white sheet

hanging on a line

pulling moisture from the sun

and sizzling waves;

loosening fibres, softening edges:

ready for work.


  1. I saw you started following me on twitter so I checked out your blog. I like your poems. I definitely have the same feelings you described in 'Not Sloth' at times. I hope you check out my poems at too. I'd love to hear your feedback (good or bad) on any of them.

  2. I've only just dipped into your poesy... Find this one incredibly evocative. Shall be coming back again and again, I know.

  3. WOW! John, this is a great poem. I love the descriptiveness that you use. Beautifully written. I enjoy reading it. Keep on writing.
    Have a great night!
    Noreen Ann Jenkins(My pen name)
    noreen Ann Snyder (My married name)

  4. Great is the call of the oceans and great are the words that speak of it.

  5. This is a favourite. its 'the white sheet... pulling moisture from the sun' that charms my mind.

  6. John this resonates .. I love your work. Well Done

  7. bacon when you pick it up by the crisp

  8. Nature sometimes, the sea, the warm sun, is the only thing that can bring us back to writing. Lovely piece John.