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    • Dharawal Land Collection
    • 'Minutes have no time'
    • To Lay Rest Collection
    • Assorted Collection
    • Fruit Collection
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Haley Kate

  • Bio
  • Published
  • Poems
    • Dharawal Land Collection
    • 'Minutes have no time'
    • To Lay Rest Collection
    • Assorted Collection
    • Fruit Collection
    • Experimental Collection
  • Contact

 Experimental Collection

A collection of individual experimental poems that explore different formats, expressions, forms and methods of poetry. This living body of work is added to over time with unrelated written work that shouldn’t be taken too seriously.

Written by Haley Kigbo, 2020 - current


Writers Block

The disdained dread

to write, to start

and hold pen

to paper, fingertips

to keys.

How hard it is

to motivate ones

self from the

depths of a block.

But what if I keep

typing, pushing

out meaningless

words that come to

mind?

What then will

the reader think?

No, to wonder what

the reader will

think, raises too

many insecurities.

I’m too adverse

to continue.


They laid

down.

                           UP

Looking

@

the sky

& Wondered

where (?)

the

W H I T E clouds

were.


Word Pool

Mirror river shiver pivot leave it leaf wreath peace race shape create elongate great plate rake look clock tick tock rot drop stop plot

 Poem

A mirror,

To shiver in a river.

To pivot and leave it,

In a leaf wreath for peace.

Race to shape and create,

To elongate a great plate.

To rake a look,

As a clock,

Tick tock.

To rot and drop,

And stop the plot.


 

‘Are shells sold by the seashore really sea shells?’, she thought.

What if they are just shells that are sold by the seashore, and not ‘sea shells’?

What would the shells be if they weren’t sold by the seashore?