ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Who me? Born in 1962. Wrote prolifically as a teenager, heavily influenced by books & the music of the time. Stopped writing for 20 years more or less. But started again... Some of the work here dates from the "early period" - 1979-1982. The rest is since 2000. I`ve no idea whether I`m a better writer now or then. Maybe I was never any good! I`ve always wondered. Feedback most welcome...
I've not visited this site at all since January 2006 as I shortly after discovered the unfettred joys of blogging. I'm still writing and actually had a very good summer of writing. I'm posting a recent poem here now but all my recent work is available on my blog - take a look - http://peter-rivendell-poems.blogspot.com/
[December 2006]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (53) A Bright Blue Cloudless Sky (Poetry) A cheery work about emotional displacement, I suppose is one way of putting it. But whatever you think. [184 words] Across Fields (Poetry) - [25 words] [Relationships] Adventure Playground (Poetry) - [113 words] Afraid Of Buildings (Poetry) Written one unhappy morning, but I got a poem out of it... [132 words] Arriving (Poetry) Just a poem about the way I`ve been feeling lately. [65 words] At Sea (Poetry) - [39 words] Best Friend (Poetry) Sometimes you can`t even choose your friends. [62 words] Catch The Moon (Poetry) An uncertain tale of "forbidden" love. [92 words] Confusion 1 (Poetry) A game with destiny? You decide. [169 words] Curiosity Of Nations (Poetry) The destruction of an old way of living leads to escape and renewal. [254 words] Decisions (Poetry) - [59 words] Decisions Of Allegiance (Poetry) As a teenager, I revealed my most precious secret to my best friend - my love for him. He rejected me. That painful experience influenced some of the thoughts in this poem. [150 words] Deep Water (Poetry) Just another day. I know this feeling but we`re not close friends, fortunately. [107 words] Distortion (Poetry) Written about a million years ago, but still makes a kind of sense...? [129 words] Drowned (Poetry) A lyric for a love song of sorts - [293 words] Echoes On Water (Poetry) - [19 words] Expedition (Poetry) A view of the future? Or a view of the past? Is there any difference? [170 words] Falling (Poetry) the first poem I wrote after years of not writing... it`s about a feeling that I often have lately, that somewhere along the line, something`s gone horribly wrong and I can`t quite put my finger on it... [132 words] Flow (Poetry) - [106 words] Flowers That Only Last A Day (Poetry) - [40 words] Global Warming (Poetry) - [64 words] Gone (Poetry) Being miserable is the new black. [197 words] Heart Of Our Home. (Poetry) Betrayal is not always the greatest betrayal. [83 words] I Wait (Poetry) Another tale of urban anxiety... probably as much a song as a poem. [133 words] In Memoriam (Poetry) Short and bitter-sweet. [38 words] Isolation (Poetry) A poem about... [26 words] Magazine (Poetry) This poem was inspired by the Berlin novels of Christopher Isherwood (which inspired the musical "Cabaret"). It`s a story set at the moment when you realise that while you`ve been oblivious to events ... [251 words] Marching Band (Poetry) When love fades... a lyric as much as a poem... [96 words] Nightscape (Poetry) - [100 words] Nightwalk (Poetry) About walking alone at night. That`s it. [193 words] Opening Up (Poetry) Am I no longer enjoying my job...? [198 words] Paused In Traffic. (Poetry) The January blues, I guess. [100 words] Performers (Poetry) When you feel like an outsider, sometimes you hope no one ever notices... Written when I was 18. Seems strange to me now, but can just about remember feeling like this - glad I was able to write it do... [239 words] Pierrot (Poetry) A love letter, after a fashion. [196 words] Pushing The River (Poetry) - [39 words] Random Acts (Poetry) Written by writing lines at random and then organising them into a more "organic" kind of flow - and somehow, it tells a story and makes sense. Just an experiment, but a telling one? [204 words] Sarcophagus (Poetry) Grief and betrayal in a bleak landscape. [204 words] Scared (Poetry) - [74 words] Scratched To Grey (Poetry) ... being in love with someone who can never love you back... [145 words] Sequence (Poetry) Playing and losing a game with fate. [202 words] Swimming Against The Tide (Poetry) - [90 words] The Beating Of Wings (Poetry) For you to decide. [254 words] The Fundamental Loneliness And Futility Of Our Lives In The Context Of The Vast Infinity Of Time And Space... (Poetry) A feeling. [28 words] The Storm Inside Him (Poetry) The Storm Inside Him [108 words] The Trees (Control) (Poetry) It`s up to you to decide. I know what I think. (Title: Control - but that was already taken) [161 words] Thoughts Of A War (Poetry) Leaving home... [240 words] Threats (Poetry) Sometimes, even in a crowded place you can feel totally alone... [73 words] [Gay & Lesbian] Trapped In The Masque (Poetry) A dark hymn for troubled times. [120 words] Triptych (Poetry) Three linked poems about alienation. [339 words] Two (Poetry) Just a fragment... but it tells the whole story. [24 words] Unending Rain (Poetry) Crime doesn`t pay. [76 words] Wave (Poetry) - [34 words] When Winter Comes (Poetry) The struggle to connect. [148 words]
Silent Command Peter Rivendell
And so we move on to another recognition,
Startled at the gaze of some new faces
Who seem to threaten all that we hold dear.
We wait for a shift in atmosphere,
And relieved of the pressure,
We feel renewed.
Circumstances we know so well
Fall by the wayside without remorse,
And all our new horizons seem to clear.
Terrible traumas which, with massive stance,
Reduced our yesterdays to a moment best forgotten
Seem nothing more than angles to be tried.
Things we face tomorrow are tamed by brighter skies.
Recollection fresh, journey turns to joyride,
And dark, oppressive skies fade into dark, oppressive eyes.
Voiced opinions shrink as they become exposed to air.
Trivilaised and trite, now only marks on a printed sheet,
Spent of meaning and pent of force,
Released by silent command to throw clouds into our line of vision,
To blur our horizon and magnetize the compass of our life.
Our sleeping giant awakes to shower rocks on our willing heads.
"But maybe things will work out this time", you say,
And to deny would be to thrust a hand into the fire,
A welcome reminder to our bruised reality.
Maybe this time things will work out.
Maybe the inevitable dust will become too thick,
Too impenetrable, too challenging for even enthusiasm
Inspired by vague hate.
Precision is lost to the corrosive wind,
Which soon will mingle past events with our future parade.
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