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When I was fifteen or thereabouts I won a poetry competition. It was not a great poem and the only prize was to have it published in the school magazine. The strangest accolade was the grilling I got from the editor who thought I had copied it from somewhere. After the shock of accusation I felt quite flattered and went on to write more schoolboy rhyme, the pinnacle of which was a poem that won a national prize of being a guest at the investiture of Prince Charles as the Prince of Wales. Swallowing nationalistic Welsh pride, I had a great time.
Since then, I have had occasional poetic bursts but mostly stick to more prosaic writing. Poetry appears when I am feeling emotional about something and lets me release something of the pent-up feelings. I wrote a lot when courting my wife and wrote brief verses of grief when my sister and father died. In the annals of poetry it is not great verse and I do not seek recognition for it. It is just a way I find of saying what cannot be said otherwise.
It is now, at the time of writing this, 2:12 am and I am awake, worrying again about my son. His academic attention and schoolwork are fading yet again and, after hope that he would see the light I fear now he will bomb exams again, which will mean he will be kicked out of school and it will be the end of his state education.
Here's two short poems I wrote just now:
At this moment perhaps this will release my turmoil into sleep. In May my son takes the exams and gets the results in August. Perhaps I will need the release of verse then. I hope the emotion will be pride.
I enjoyed your poetry, "I Will Weep for You" and "Eulogy to Childhood."
Often the simplest words are the ones that reach the deepest recesses and last
Here is the my release, or How to look at release:
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