Non-poet's poems - Day 1

Something a little different this week. 

In the past I have shared my short story poems and my Christmas ones. This week I am sharing poems I have written since starting my creative writing MA. These are called my non-poet's poems. Each day there will be a longer poem, an experimental poem, a haiku and a Cardiff Haiku, 

I don't really call myself a poet, but occasionally I write poems. The reason I don't call myself a poet is because I don't really have a way of knowing if the poems I write are any good or not. Or if they are just teenage angst that I should have given up writing years ago. So any feedback, good or bad is welcome. If you are looking for my stories, then click here.

For audio click here
For day 2 click here day 3 here, day 4 here, and day 5 here

Insomnia.

The clatter of hail on the windows,

the rattle of the wind,

the roar of the thunder,

are all somehow cathartic,

knowing that you're awake too.

What's usually a lonely 2.37

is now populated by all

but the heaviest of sleepers.

The challenge was to write a poem 10 words or fewer with all the words beginning with P. 

The P Poem

Pianist plays Porter

perfect posture

perfect pitch

People push past

Sweet Shop Haiku

Sweet shop, rows of jars

Sugar fix. On the counter

dentist's business cards

Cardiff haiku

Castle Coch is a aesthetically pleasing castle built by the Marquis of Bute using the money he could have used to pay his workers more.

Castle Coch

Castle in the clouds.

Fortifications of yore
or rich man’s folly?