I can’t believe it’s been over a year since I last posted any of my work.

If I’m honest, I’ve been dealing with life and its unexpected struggles, my career (which just seems to be consuming more and more of my time), and my own mental health, which I suppose is not that great at the best of times. But I’m planning on coming back to writing again now.

Having said that, I have decided to change things up a bit.

Recently, I’ve been writing more prose than poetry, and while I do love poetry, I think it is important for me to have a sounding-board for my prose as well. So over the next few weeks I will upload some of my writing from the last year. It’s stuff that I may have submitted to competitions and so on, but didn’t really get anywhere.

As is the case with everyone, all the time, I am still learning.

I haven’t done not much (and it’s not good) but I would rather not just let it sit on my hard drive, gathering digital dust. I have also been spending a good chunk of my time working on a novel, but I think I’ll get to that later on.

While I will be uploading some prose, I am going to come back to something I wrote in November last year – a sappy love poem for my now fiance`.

Just like in the past, if you don’t like it, don’t read it.

Richard

 

A mote of light

 

Do you remember
the first night
we looked to the skies,
and on our eyes a sparkle
bounced between us – entered
our mind,
and twinkled in a way that
only ancient light can?

 

Do you remember
the first night that light bounced out,
a silent shout to the
distant dark?

 

After time we forget
the nights that passed
the fights that last
but those lights that
passed though our hearts
and bounced back out are
soon to be the only remnants
of a distant past.

 

That light moved fast –
so fast that the smiling
man with a cheesy grin
only saw our photons
pass for a second.

 

By the time six minutes
passed a beautiful goddess
saw light shoot by; or
maybe a smooth blue orb
slid by on its own path, the light
joining an ancient highway
moving in all directions.

 

We look away, and to
each other, and talk
and laugh and cry,
while all the time that
light still moves towards
a distant darkness far
away.

 

Once a day has passed,
and our love has grown,
that light has moved
beyond anything that we
have known.

 

That first light that came
from a distant star
and passed without a scar
and bounced out again
in the space between our
beating hearts has pushed
its way into the sky
and will forever be
our memory.

 

And six years on that
light still flies but instead
of past our local
ties it flies
though darkness, forever
from our eyes from
that moment we looked
at distant skies.

 

And once we’re gone
and memory has faded;
when no one knows our
voices, names, or faces –
that distant light from
you and I
will carry on
past distant lights and
unseen sights.

 

And while it’s just
one tiny thing –
a mote of light
from our first sight,
a look in to a distant night –
it will just remember
us.