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Published on October 2, 2015
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National Poetry Day – A Poem Called Confusion

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On the 8th October it will be National Poetry Day here in Merry’O’England.

To celebrate this I thought I’d track back through my old poems and bring out the very first ones that I published here on Writing and Works and see how they fit in with life today.This was brought about by discussing with a fellow blogger the troubles of improving as a writer and looking back on previous work that you realise wasn’t as good as you thought it was.

Over the last three years a lot of my priorities have changed and it seemed apt that in a month where we will be celebrating poetry, I should try my hand at responding to some of my own poems from back before University.

Feel free to try it yourself and link back in the comments section below. How has your image as a writer grown in the last three/four/five years?

March 2012:

Confusion

It’s weird.
But I feel…
If I write it down
Then maybe…
Maybe…
It will be more real.
Because you!
You’re safe.
You’re constant
You’re sanity!
My sanity!
No questions asked
Or confusion
Or false reliance.
You don’t expect…
Expect me…
To be anything,
Anything at all,
Except for me.

But I don’t think…
No it can’t…
Love?
Not us?
See you’re safe,
You’re sanity.
We’re best friends
That’s you and me!
So please.
Don’t say,
You want more.
Don’t wait,
Don’t knock
On that locked door.
I guess…
In some ways…
In some,
I love you.
But as a friend,
And only as.
But in that!
That way!
I cannot…
Could not…
Love you more.

So don’t say love.
No.
We’re not that.
See love can be fleeting,
But us?
We’re build to last.

Confusion

Interest rate!

Get three percent!

But only if you switch,

swap,

set up Direct Debits-

PAYMENTS!

PAYMENTS NOW

and next month

and every month

don’t let them STOP!

Remember to organise

theorise

situate

spread

spare

analyse

consider

the opportunities!

Maybe I just want my money,

where I can see it please.

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Carol Forrester is a twenty-four year old writer trying to be a better one. Don’t ask her what her hobbies are because the list doesn’t get much beyond, reading, writing and talking about the same. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University and various poems and stories scattered across the net. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry’s. Most recently, her poem ‘Sunsets’ was featured on Eyes Plus Words, and her personal blog Writing and Works hosts a mass of writing from across the last five years. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and is always open to writing more and hosting guest bloggers here on Writing and Works. With hopes of publishing a novel in the next five years and perhaps a collection or two of smaller works, Carol Forrester is nothing if not ambitious. Her writing tries to cover every theme in human life and a lot of her work pulls inspiration from her own eccentric family in the rural wonders of Shropshire life.

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