Writer #2 (second stanza – of 2)

Writer #2

Am I the world’s only person
To attain the conclusion
That there’s a differentiation
Between something for which one is drilled
And that in which one is fulfilled;
Between labouring at what one loathes,
And realizing what one loves;
That the former subsidises the latter,
Till the latter becomes the corpus,
And the former superfluous –
Though it’s a crime to be lettered
In these harsher times?

© Copyright RC Clermont 2017

 

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Writer #2 (stanza #1)

WRITER #2

Wiping a circle in the condensation
To view a drab morning in Autumn
From one’s sombre studio salon,
One revives the aspiration
Of the literary recognition
To relieve oneself of the obligation
To travail as an automaton
In the lower ranks of one’s profession
In the perpetual delusion
That one will earn the distinction
Of other people’s expectations,
That one has achieved one’s vocation.

© Copyright RC Clermont 2017

Self

Self

Life in the fast lane;

defective product. Bin it;

Write, Live, Love, Escape

 

© Copyright RC Clermont 2015

From: ‘Reflections 3‘.  (available at Amazon; part of the ‘Reflections‘ series of haiku verse).

 

Brexit – On England #1 (commentary)

My previous post is from a new series of verse I am writing. In the ‘Reflections’ series (1 to 4) I published haiku, but in my latest project I turn to ‘regular’ verse.

Again, I take a biting, critical and existential view of the world. Since I self-published volume 4 of Reflections, the world has seen two cataclysmic political events. First, the Referendum in the UK, which resulted in a bare margin of votes to take the UK out of the European Union, and the election of Trump.

This verse exposes the dark underbelly that was exposed as the result of the Brexit vote in the UK.

 

 

Freedom

My previous post is a verse I wrote in 2015, and in view of the events in the US Senate and the efforts by neo-cons to destroy Obamacare and put millions of people in danger by denying them a basic universal right which exists in all other industrialised nations in the world.

Socialised healthcare has been confused with socialism in a nation that worships money and the rich and successful, and where many of the poor see themselves as impoverished millionaires.

It should be made clear: ‘freedom’ is actually slavery, peonage, serfdom, because the word has been bastardised by American conservatives and their well-funded think-tanks and lobbyists to brainwash ordinary people into supporting laws that only benefit the rich, or the very rich, in fact.

Autumn Poem #3- an extract

I am in the process of writing a fifth volume of poetry for self-publication via Amazon Create Space (following my four books of haikuReflections)

In book five, I shall be writing multi-stanza verses, experimenting with sonnets, villanelles, quatrains, quintets, sextets, octets and other forms,as well as acrostic chance and reworkings of works by other poets.

I attach an extract from Stanza 2 of Autumn #3 (Autumn 1 and 2, both single verse poems, have already been published on this blog).

  That Indian summer, the golden

  Time before the quarter’s end, when

  The clocks retreat and stock taken

  Before winter’s introspection.

© RC Clermont 2016

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