Starting on 01 April 2024, my NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) project for this year will be a new sequel called ‘Sonnets in Spring’ where I intend writing 30 sonnets throughout April.
For some reason 29 and 30 have being cut from here (owning to Substack - page is probably too so for the sake of completeness, these: -
XIX – Journeys through Manchester and beyond with jobs
In Trafford, my first job found its start,
Walking home soaked under the northern sky,
but Stretford was always a beat within my heart,
A rhythm of ambition soaring my dreams high.
Bolton I studied then wandered and strived
then Didsbury, Wythenshawe slowly finding my place.
Stranded in Congleton, almost burying myself alive,
then in Manchester Central setting a different pace.
Ten years in Salford was a life in words,
then online at home almost reduced me to tears,
and a solicitor in Ashton ran almost absurd,
then Manchester Central another change in gears,
Now unemployed again, I pause to see,
each job was a different chapter in my odyssey.
*
XXX – Finale – What next?
I nearly moved to London when I was twenty-one
and also at twenty-eight to Kemptown
but Manchester called to me as soon as I was gone,
whether I was in another city or town,
At a snowstorm outside the University in Leeds,
then thunderstorms in Nottingham and Crewe
the winds of change were then not my needs,
and went home in the direction the wind blew.
At 52, I am now out of work once again,
but I do not think I will ever leave,
whether through on an airplane or a train
not when i have so much more I want to achieve.
In the dance of fate, I'll take a stand,
Heart's rhythm guiding plans in hand
For some reason 29 and 30 have being cut from here (owning to Substack - page is probably too so for the sake of completeness, these: -
XIX – Journeys through Manchester and beyond with jobs
In Trafford, my first job found its start,
Walking home soaked under the northern sky,
but Stretford was always a beat within my heart,
A rhythm of ambition soaring my dreams high.
Bolton I studied then wandered and strived
then Didsbury, Wythenshawe slowly finding my place.
Stranded in Congleton, almost burying myself alive,
then in Manchester Central setting a different pace.
Ten years in Salford was a life in words,
then online at home almost reduced me to tears,
and a solicitor in Ashton ran almost absurd,
then Manchester Central another change in gears,
Now unemployed again, I pause to see,
each job was a different chapter in my odyssey.
*
XXX – Finale – What next?
I nearly moved to London when I was twenty-one
and also at twenty-eight to Kemptown
but Manchester called to me as soon as I was gone,
whether I was in another city or town,
At a snowstorm outside the University in Leeds,
then thunderstorms in Nottingham and Crewe
the winds of change were then not my needs,
and went home in the direction the wind blew.
At 52, I am now out of work once again,
but I do not think I will ever leave,
whether through on an airplane or a train
not when i have so much more I want to achieve.
In the dance of fate, I'll take a stand,
Heart's rhythm guiding plans in hand