Clusterfuck Masterpiece
A Poem
sprawling mental utopia
orbital insomnia
locked in the universal hum
familiar in silhouette
lullaby in retrospect
bound in love and time and chewing gum
fields of creativity
family of strangers
flight of intimacy
parody and clarity
deliberate recklessness
a little bit of mystery goes a long way
colors of comedy
flavors of anarchy
fragrance of therapy
exaggerated and saturated
heavily sedated
clusterfuck masterpiece
what color is the sky in your world?
what color is the sky in your world?
Miss Misery 
Responding to your Twitter invitation to post our own poems, mine follows below.
I’ve briefly mentioned to you that I took a creative writing course at university one year. Each week we had to write one prose piece and one poem, based on allocated themes. We also had to write feedback on everyone else’s submissions, and respond to the feedback we’d received.
Most of what I wrote was rubbish. But there is one poem in particular I’m still proud of. Our assignment that week was to write poetry about poetry itself, and my poem is called “Formation”. I hope you like it.
A particle, a fragment
Of a vision, of a thought
Lies dormant in deep places
Unknown, unfelt, unsought
Then stirs, then quickly rises
To that call so clearly heard
Takes its place upon the page
Becomes a word.
A river, gently flowing
In each drop the legacy
Of something beautiful or painful
Of some hope or memory
Spills from my mind, my shoulder
By that call compelled to climb
Through my hand, my pen, my paper
To a line.
A landscape, shaped within me
Out of everything I’ve known
All I’ve dreamt of, hoped for, yearned for
All that truly is my own
Seeks the call of inspiration
Finds a long-awaited birth
Solidifies, materialises
Is a verse.
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