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Although I love words I never felt any particular urge to be a poet. Prose and songs were my thing. If I ever had time to write I would have preferred to be writing music. But after moving to Sowerby Bridge in 2013 and getting involved in the local arts scene, I started to have sudden flashes of inspiration when poetic phrases came into my head. At first these tended to result from looking at one of my photographs, but after a couple of years inspiration started coming from other sources too.

The first few poems are really just a case of me getting my feet wet, getting used to the discipline of writing poetry.

 

The Sundial
September 2013

 

Railway Lines
(for a disused railway)
December 2013

 

Metaphor for Childhood
April 2014

 

I Wonder Why
December 2014

 

Here, following my first visit to the Puzzle Poets in Sowerby Bridge in October 2015, I hit a rich seam of creativity.

 

Where I Walk
The first poem I read at the Puzzle Poets (with video)
October 2015

 

Ground Zero
My reaction to 9/11
November 2015

 

Magic Years
Being a teenager in the politically incorrect 1960s
December 2015

 

My Father's Funeral
February 2016

 

At this point the seam of creativity ran out of golden nuggets, and from this point on it's slowly downhill all the way.

 

Beyond
A musical poem
June 2016

 

Roget's Moonbeam
An Octolune, a verse form devised by Simon Zonenblick.
September 2016

 

Parallel Lines
October 2016

 

Are We Going Home Yet?
Childhood holiday memories
April 2017

 

Needle in the Quilt
A poem about Stoodley Pike
June 2017

 

Get In
A contradiction, inspired by Geneviève Walsh
August 2017

 

I've now run out of poetic inspiration and my last few efforts were poor, so I'm calling it a day as a poet and concentrating on other disciplines.