PoetryKenneth WebbPO 16, Sundays : Days Are Sometimes Black-Sundays

Sundays ~ Days Are Sometimes Black-Sundays!

PoetryKenneth WebbPO 16, Sundays : Days Are Sometimes Black-Sundays
Sundays ~ Days Are Sometimes Black-Sundays!

I wrote this in early 2015 during a slight dip … I knew I could see off the prognosis successfully but could I pull the wool over mum’s eyes in time, before her own parting …? We all have these moments and the last word sees our glass half empty, but actually become half full

Days are sometimes black

And as the hours pass

Hearts grow heavier still …

No respite

 

Clouds grow dark and menacing

Reflecting our mood

And the mood of the day,

oppression and fear stalks 

a paving stone behind

 

The sky is black

But not with the Sun’s decline

Past looms up prodding and pushing

Present goading

Future scorning

 

You stupid fool

How dare you think you be someone

How dare you presume a gift

It is naught!

Go back from whence you came

 

The darkness of the evening hour

The candle blanketed,

That iron mask again

The spirit broken,

its soul cast into outer darkness

from whence …

 

N O  R E T U R N 

In the far, far distance

a hint

Past, Present, Future

The ugly sisters

Dawn’s eyes roll with a hint of contempt

You three never learn, will you!

You cannot stop me returning

 

29 December 2021
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© 2023 Kenneth Thomas Webb


Written 11 January 2015

Ken Webb is a writer and proofreader. His website, kennwebb.com, showcases his work as a writer, blogger and podcaster, resting on his successive careers as a police officer, progressing to a junior lawyer in succession and trusts as a Fellow of the Institute of Legal Executives, a retired officer with the Royal Air Force Volunteer Reserve, and latterly, for three years, the owner and editor of two lifestyle magazines in Liverpool.

He also just handed over a successful two year chairmanship in Gloucestershire with Cheltenham Regency Probus.

Pandemic aside, he spends his time equally between his city, Liverpool, and the county of his birth, Gloucestershire.

In this fast-paced present age, proof-reading is essential. And this skill also occasionally leads to copy-editing writers’ manuscripts for submission to publishers and also student and post graduate dissertations.

PoetryKenneth WebbPO 11, Spontaneous Reflections

Spontaneous Reflections (Original 2006 Edition)

Written in 2006 and occasionally revisited, finding, as I do, that I can plot a clear course in the development of thought and action, all of which, oddly, leads to better life.

This image is, as the artist-photographer Kylo describes, spontaneous, captured in an instant when one least expects to, and Kylo’s stunning art-photography can be found in Unsplash by which this image been supplied.

PoetryKenneth WebbPO 11, Spontaneous Reflections
Spontaneous Reflections (Original 2006 Edition)
PoetryKenneth WebbCovid 19, COVID 19

How Should I Respond? A Year On! (In 2021)

A Year on from writing this, we are, as it were, coming out through the other side. It is not over but we are in a much better place than we were twelve months ago. International co-operation is vital. We see, too, how brittle we are. We see the breeding ground of international conspiracy theories, we see the response of the ‘I couldn’t care less’ and ‘I refuse to wear a mask as it breaches my human rights’.

PoetryKenneth WebbCovid 19, COVID 19
How Should I Respond? A Year On! (In 2021)
PoetryKenneth WebbPO 52, Precious Hands, recognising sexuality, I AM WHO I AM, The End of All Things by Howard Shore, Precious, enigmatic, portray sexualityComment

Precious Hands : Recognising Sexuality

WRITTEN IN October 2013, it is dedicated to a friend - one who understands, has been there, has come through, and now shines as an international example to all - this image at the end being sent to me in 2013 with the enigmatic enquiry as to how it might, perhaps, portray sexuality. Could I write on that theme? IBM May 14, 2021

PoetryKenneth WebbPO 52, Precious Hands, recognising sexuality, I AM WHO I AM, The End of All Things by Howard Shore, Precious, enigmatic, portray sexualityComment
Precious Hands : Recognising Sexuality