An anthology of poems exploring the light and shadow side of change Writer, philosopher, and theatre maker Paul Levy shares fifty of his poems inspired by his work in the field of change and transformation. Founder of the theatre publication Fringe Review, and author of the books “Digital Inferno” and “Technosophy”, Paul has spent over…
Tag: Poetry
Thank You
A poem in which a friend offers to comfort a friend they feel they want to “give back” to. In your coldest of winters I will bring you warmed-white stones for your pillow In your shivering space I offer you toasted smiles and gently simmering cuddles wrapped around your freezing soul I bring cosy liquorice…
Reduced to Real
You filter fortune, footnote all your hopes You qualify those visions born to sing With antidotes to brews all heaven-sent You dilute rapture, summarise your pain All tears of joy you collect in a jar All possibility reduced to Real You turn your deepest hopes to acronyms You live “however”, “but” and “wait and see”…
Brighton Sea Walk
Will you walk away again Bag too heavy swinging down Along the promenade away Towards the place where the sun sometimes sets? Will you walk away aimful, aimless Towards a place called Away from You ? The ice cream man is closing now The candy floss is packed inside The whirly windmills stilled under lock…
Bamboo
I am building a bamboo Paper tower of cards Towards you, You keep torching it with A look. Look, the glowing embers Of leaf-fall paper catch In my hair and set me A-light. Light as a feather I am Burning for you and Building Another bamboo Paper tower of cards Towards you, You keep torching…
Thomas More
I wrote this in New York at a visit to the Frick Collection. It’s based on the painting of Thomas More by Holbein. Thomas More, He turned to me, Without a movement of his head; “If silence gives consent”, said he, “Then why be so weighed down with dread?” For I may stare, And I…
On Ditchling Beacon
One of my favourite poems about meeting nature, and meeting each other in nature – in that part of nature that borders on human place. We melted into the meadow And wild grasses tickled us Even as we tickled each other. You can see the planes At Gatwick from here On a clear day, and…
Brighton in September
Note: We can always see life anew You told me the tale of a lump in your breast Your words then fell still, and, well, I guessed the rest. We sat in the breeze of an autumn cafe And I told you my tale of a similar day. A lump “down below” like…
At Rosselyn
This was a day trip, and escape in the middle of the noise of the Edinburgh Festival; an escape and an insight A rare sun is exploding Over Edinburgh, Showering the seekers With a a tartan lattice of shadow and light, Overlaying the criss-crossing of Greystone cobbled lanes and climbs. These seekers after songs…
Summer Days
Sometimes winter can sit in the heart of our summer. Even with the sun high and warm overhead, it’s possible to be trapped in a cold, dark place. Even as our friends smile and enjoy life all around us, we can be trapped in the chill. Your description of his broken soul, His nasty…
Slovenian Sunset
A poem about sunsets, emergence and how the end of the day is the perfect time to let go. Do you understand how powerful A gentle sunset can be? Do you ever feel the magical force Of not-needing-to-try? This golden, maroon-wash Is an is-ness that calls forth no strategy. It settles for its own soft…
Triangle of Cruelty
Words Clever words Cradled with evil The cult of projection The bitterness of a lifetime Of addiction to empty lovelessness And abuse dressed as strength and calm The use and abuse of language to hide shame The worshipping of those who threaten The love of those who laugh at pain The erotic need for manipulation…
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