Richard Pierce

Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter

Life, Poetry


On this day
The time differences cease
Across the continents
The ice cuts loose
The sea smooths
Into one tsunami
Darkness is universal
The birdsong stops
The sun goes out.
This day is not
Four billion years
From now.

R 23/05/2023 08:15

The day is upside down. Maybe it’s best that way. No stressing later when I realise I’ve forgotten to poetise. Maybe I can write or read or music instead.

Words are malleable. This is a double-edged sword. As we have seen, not just since before the referendum in 2016, but before that, too. I prefer to manipulate words in a loving way to give them new meaning, not to use them as lies.

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