Poem 1 – Fragile Meaning
Words use meaning. but we know none of that
lighting adds form, sound rippling from my washing machine
and rain outside reminding me that I have a roof over my head.
Thankyou lamp for your warm light without your glow, darkness would fall and it would be alight but your sunny air gives my sight purpose
something to enjoy, occupy and amuse me.
I can see my hand writing lines without knowledge of what will be written but
my light is so strong so certain and in that everything that surrounds my being with fragile meaning.
This poem was written within around two minutes, I focused on my senses for this one avoiding true thought to what I wanted to express and I just allowed my hand to go without thinking or looking back over what I had written, I did this for all of these poems to involve pure automatist expression, I didn’t pay attention to the construction of my sentences, spelling or grammar involved therefore it may be hard to understand but I feel this adds to the authenticity of my exploration.
Poem 2 – Abstract Abyss
Abstract abyss, future, past, now then when?
You are you so don’t go into wreckage
bins stink with lack of moral thought
drives a stench through the canals from Manchester to Dam
we live freely of pain and in that only experience wet aches that cease to cease
Poem 3 – midwife and tutor
You are why I’m here, writing this, you don’t know me anymore
stranger who gave me my life and way –
A beloved character that seems so far. You’re always here through my creative condition. All of it has your name impressed. You don’t care anymore.
You don’t know who I am but thank you for the way.
It is my best friend and lifelong companion.
So it is okay you can’t recite my name, I can recite yours and will all my life
Poem 4 – Cream
Cream, you surround my walls, my doors, my ceiling
lift my emotion. You’re so heavy in your words. Refresh your brick
plastered exterior your age is hidden within the cream
cream, indigo.
Contrasting similarities echoed through vision, you’re so flat, you lack!
Yet you sooth my mind. Give me interior peace. Symbols of the sky’s limitless end edge closer than the horizon. Return to cream, always it is the colour of modesty, allowing every colour to sing compared, scream cream! You are important to my walls my life my foundation
creams queen of balance harmonised colonies, unites life through mindful play
FAYE TIKIC 