Job : Poetry

Job : Poetry

A Poem by William 'Wulfy' Crowbourne

Got too caught up in politics last night and, in bed, retrained my mind towards something else...a non-political poem.



Forms and structure


Telling you how to perform,


You folow, you bend

Your energies to their will.

Click and send.


Next forming

Random rejections left dangling

In the void of no returns.


You are in this form

This ticking box

Dark lines abound,

Without sound.



You click.


A mime artist doing all the right things

without consolation,

You click,

You type,

You point,

You scream inside,

Rage and fall

Into hype.

© 2010 William 'Wulfy' Crowbourne

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I look at well-meaning reviewers . . . they say the flow isn't so good here . . . I guess they never think those things are intentional. . . I meant for the lines to be a little hard to get through . . .

Posted 11 Years Ago

The cogs turning, clicking into place, hype is good isn't it? Sometimes... it 'rages the machine' to use a well hyped example, heheh. I like the clean cut of this Wulfy. (Line 5: folow, follow?) Please keep these coming. You're so good at them.

Posted 11 Years Ago

I was invited to my daughter's class last year to talk about writing poetry. I had a lot of fun. The children wrote several pieces. The teacher changed schools, but I hear she's looking for me to come back again. Exciting to be able to teach others to love what we love.

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Added on March 5, 2010
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William 'Wulfy' Crowbourne
William 'Wulfy' Crowbourne

The Cotswolds, United Kingdom

William Crowbourne, once known as Wulfstan Crumble and Will Tyrman, is a Cotswold based writer. He writes non-fiction for Japanese magazines and is working on his debut novel. Become a fan and m.. more..