Adrian's Poetry 2009
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The Poetry of Adrian Spendlow - New work 2009
Love Poems - An extract from Search for the Bluebell Pixie - Archer Project workshops - 2003 - 2004 - 2005 - 2006
2007 Who was the realist? Crippled Preachers - All Before Us - I fill up with Love - I have met someone - Product
Poem about Adrian, By Harriet.
2009 - I Cry - This Is The One - Poet -
As
part of Bridlington’s Arts and Music Festival May 2006
I Crafted This Poem for…
Working really hard
This artist crafts
Starting with wondering
Then finding a part of myself
That knows what it wants
Getting excited, about an idea
A new way of making
Going and studying
Gathering materials
Learning to work safe
Managing to keep clean
Starting to practice
Discovering tricks and skills
Getting used to my company
Being with myself and my working
Building
Shaping
Waiting
Returning
Finishing
Here
“I made this for you”
I Cry
And I, cry
I, cry
In the welling of the eyes
At the fullness of the moon
As one minute passes by
So I cry - Oh I cry
Will you know and understand
You are a man - You're a man
You will never understand
Why I cry - Why I cry
And I, cry
I, cry
As a passing stranger smiles
When the final music fades
If a little child says, Why
So I cry - Oh I cry
Will you know and understand
You are a man - You're a man
You will never understand
Why I cry - Why I cry
And I, die
I, die
Just a little at a time
When a couple walk the park
As leaves gather up in line
So I die - Oh I die
Will you know and understand
You are a man - You're a man
You will never understand
Why I cry - Why I cry
And I, smile
I, smile
At the lover's wave goodbye
In the car you used to drive
When the climb is far too high
So I Smile - Oh I Smile
Will you know and understand
You are a man - You're a man
You will never understand
Why I cry - Why I cry
And I, cry
I, cry
In the welling of the eyes
At the fullness of the moon
As one minute passes by
So I cry - Oh I cry
Will you know and understand
You are a man - You're a man
You will never understand
Why I cry - Why I cry
So I, cry
For
Estella
(Thursday 19th March 2009)
This Is the One (Estella)
This is the one that
I don't really know
He is the one I hardly have met
We've not even held
We've not even kissed
And this
This is the one
He says that he walks
He just walks without thinking
Except that he's thinking of me
Of me all the time
All of the time on his mind
So he says
On his mind
This is the one that
I don't really know
He is the one I hardly have met
We've not even held
We've not even kissed
And this
This is the one
Next thing he tells
me
He sat on a bench
He just sat on a bench
And he doesn't know why, he
Wonders do I
He wonders, he wanders
And ponders; Do I?
This is the one that
I don't really know
He is the one I hardly have met
We've not even held
We've not even kissed
And this
This is the one
Now he is saying
He just feels like crying
In his head, he said, there,
In the back of the eye
He tells me its agony
And, me, do I know
He daren't let it go
This is the one that
I don't really know
He is the one I hardly have met
We've not even held
We've not even kissed
And this
This is the one
Nothing I say I am interested
in
Nothing I do for a living
Or laugh at. It is not that
One look is what told him
Now he is standing in traffic
It's classic he tells me
And mad and insane
This is the one that
I don't really know
He is the one I hardly have met
We've not even held
We've not even kissed
And this
This is the one
"Don't leave me
like this"
He shouts it and sounds sad
I think he is crazy. I think i am.....
He knows I am thinking of him
As he forgets where he's walking
Is dreaming - of nothing
But me - But of me
This is the one that
I don't really know
He is the one I hardly have met
We've not even held
We've not even kissed
And this
This is the one
He tells me its agony
And, me, do I know
He daren't let it go
I won't let him go
He is the one
For
Estella
(Thursday 19th March 2009)
Poet
Grasp in your hands
those powerful radical intentions
be more than thought
beyond pen and ink
be no wilting violet
no indulgence
a poet
no selfishness
no bigotry
no bandwagons
no complacency
you poet
do believe
do explore
do share
do wonder
you poet
all are poets
we join as poets
truthful poets
listening poets
we poets
own everything
all hope
all clues
all regrets
all suffering
all but complacency
all faults and failings
true poets
hear your spirit
your wonderful aspirations
of beauty and truth
consider your world
with all it's diverse existence
and your minute place within
see your neighbour
who curls and dies
or dances among
observe the whole
each leaf and turn
you poet
all poets
we poets
become poetry
sing!
Adrian
Spendlow
after Adrian Mitchell
I was asked to write
something by the poetry society in memory of the sadly recently deceased
Adrian Mitchell
They suggested a poem in the style of one of his, so I wrote the poem above.