A poem about uncertainty in life and in love.
Poem: Signs
Poem: Strange Dream
Self explanatory poem about surreal dreams that make no sense but remain vivid in the mind and you feel obliged to tell all and sundry about the peculiar flow of your mind overnight.
Poem: New
A poem about new love and infatuation. Those feelings that overwhelm the soul and mind and every breath that is taken sighs his or her name.
Poem: Standing Still At The Till
Some years ago I used to be a sales agent for various greetings cards and fine art print companies. On a visit to see the buyer at Birmingham Art Gallery I was told that a customer had written and complained about the spelling of the word stationery on her receipt. The word was shown as stationary – meaning standing still. The buyer and I thought this was very funny so on my next visit I presented her with this poem.
Poem: Fun Saturday Night Out
As an older person a Saturday night out in the city centre can take on a very different perspective than that experienced and understood by the young.
Poem: Spanish Barfly
This poem was conceived and written in the old La Tasca café in Nottingham. Before it closed and became Belgo I used to like going there because it reminded me of foreign holidays and for an hour I could dream I was abroad.
Poem: Blunt Razors
As an arts student I certainly did some daft things. Once I shaved my head to be like the other arty guys on my degree course. It was a painful experience!
Poem: Ochre
Simply musing about all the beauty and thoughts that Autumn brings.
Poem: Murderous Monotony.
This poem was created in the early 1980s when I was working full time in the butchery trade. My leisure hours were spent in enjoying amateur theatre and photography. This writing was a cry for help and I ended up nine years later doing a BA (hons) degree in Performance and Visual Arts.
Poem: Moving Out The Colours
Written many years after going to see my mother for the last time at Etwall Hospital before she died of a brain tumour. I was nine.
Poetry and creative writing by Phil Lowe 