3WW: Impetus of Solace

Recently, my Dad has been praising the BBC production called The Big Silence. I have not seen it, but my Dad is amazed at the experience silence and solitude can provide. Based on this and my own quiet times I have written a poem about the impetus of solace.

The Impetus of Solace

 The impetus of solace,
in a hardened place,

Kneeling alone,
all chances blown,

Begging for mercy,
that you'd find me,

vindicated
abdicated

of all my wrong
the list's so long

So long, old life
to belong, new life

As the impetus of solace
finds me in a place
of  renewed grace.

3WW A start again

Absence for a while,
As I muster the old courage and style,

Wanting to begin to write,
setting out for a tumble dry,

Knocked, tied in a half hitch
Jeered, crying, booed off of the pitch,

Cos I drank and I drank, and I drank some more,
Til I was so dunrk,

I cuold nto ese srithgat,
or slepl, or be on tmie,
or rymhe straight with late,

until I forgot
that I was not
as drunk as I professed,

The problem is,
simply this,
Uni has knocked it from under me,
my roots of writing,
buckled at the knee.

So the rhythm's not perfect,
the rhyming's all out,
but it's a start,
which is what this poem was about.

Lives and Saves

Love
In
Vibrant
Ecstasy

Sure
Amazing

Neverending
Delight

Saturated
Alive

Verified
Exuberant
Saviour

A man

I met this guy called Jesus


A man in the real sense

He understood the pain of life

He carried it, bared it, admitted it



He tried to tell his friends of it

They were having none of it

He begged his Father to let him off the hook

Father wanted all of him



So he drank bitter wine

Nailed the problem

There and then

Embraced the pain of life



Weeping for his beloved friend’s death

Having compassion on the foreigner

Welcoming the outcast

Light in the darkness

Angels cry ever softly

Angels cry ever softly


Hearing footsteps fall

Coming ever nearer

Learner driver stalls



Open out the back

The wheel spins round again

The clock ticks good bye

See her there and then



Rom com on the tele

Reminds me of my fate

Friends fall all around me

Ashes in the grate



Open book words shout

Lost in the fog of doubt

Hope is slipping away

Soon to run out



The stars still shine tomorrow

Today is still the same

If only I were celebrity

But then who’d see the shame?



Out of here, Out of there

Treacle walk on still

Remind me of my strength

Let me have my fill



Walk beside me there

Light the way to here

Hold me to your side

Help me lose my fear



Angels cry ever softly

Hearing footsteps fall

Coming ever nearer

Learner driver stalls