Sea of Puddles

By Kevin Robinson

I have spoken before about poetry having a life of its own, and I feel I should elaborate on this statement.
I can wake with the remnants of subconscious words, and I have taken to recording them before I rise. The day fades that dreamlike message until I get the opportunity to return to that recording and write. I cannot count how many thoughts, therefore poems, have been lost before I adopted this practice. I would recommend that all writers who experience fleeting thoughts in a similar manner should do as I do. Often, devoid of ideas, staring at a blank page, I suddenly write a line that came out of the ether, and it grows legs until it has the structure of a new poem.
I believe poetry is driven by the collective emotions of the past, present, and future and, as such, is not the exclusive property of just my mind or even just my world.

Kevin Robinson

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Mar 11, 2014
• ISBN: 9781491893036

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Contents

Foreword

Author’s comments

The notion of spin

A reborn kiss

Of love and war

Dignity

Think of me

That kiss

Time and weather

Can’t you see?

This wild mongrel stray

These powers

The rule of Nature

Unselfishly

Man-flu

True to love

The stone

Love abides

A reality shock

I promise not

Never be so

M.B.E

No bigger tale

The only key

Closure

Afterthought

Nothing more

These beautiful eyes

January’s sale

The age gap

Thunderclap

The causeway

Your flowers sway

The impossible wish

Angels of the North

That upside-downy feeling

That old photograph

The saddest letter

The glittering structures

The value of love

A matter of breath

Freshly cut flowers

How does love feel?

The room

The seeds we’ve sown

Opposites attract

You pressed upon my heart today

Crocodile

Beer-goggles

Whose arms are these?

Old barrels

Ghosts

Distant gaps

Ships

Why visit me?

Coquette

Redemption

Bliss

Spin around

My wife

Honeycomb

Fake

Refill

True lovers

The collector

Change

A single page

Forever no

Barefoot walking

Merciful to pray

Serpents of the foamy sea

At least another circuit

Everything changes but nothing

Blackened beads

We remember this day

Firewood

Single beds

One be first

Give

Mysterious ways

Just hidden

Life

For loss or gain

Echo

I just phoned

Admit

Quite the most amazing feat

Elysium fields

Half a century

A novel trick

Wallflower

The fire lighter

By accusation

The new truthfulness

Delight

I loved a girl

Bo Peep

Evolution

Nature’s alfresco ploy

Loveliness

The deep blue sea

This conclusion

Remembrance Day

We remember

Minnows

Left unbroken

Never again no more

Never again land

Lark song

My autopsy

True opposites

Do it quicker

Toes

So real

Her perfect destiny

That unfaithful bind

Dry grey dust

The jilted clown

Dear diary

Spend, spend, spend

Touch me

Their dying creed

Miss Otis regrets

This perfect jewellery

Hero

Partners in rhyme

Between the lines

Dominions

The stage

Of purpose and place

I am…

Cuckoo love

Deliverance

Extraordinary

Joyous tones

Would that our arms again entwine

The Sinners

Love’s unnatural state

You left me

Opposite polarity

Come all ye maidens

The colour of white

Terrorist

Cryogenic

Eternal voices

On this merry day

Landowner

The last bachelor

No rhyme is mine by reason

A perfect date

I care not

Intertwine

Never-ending

Release

All is willed

Ever to be changed

One day

Warm reception

A different world

Thermos flask

Crossed bridges

The highwayman

She-God

Oh when, when, when?

Love’s suicide

All life is here

Whatever happened to teatime?

The ark

Love’s true laws

All who loved

Travesty

Orbs

Citizen

Clover dews

God speed

Space explorers

Casanova 1778-1832

Connecting trains

The tapestry

Delightfully cunning

Great accomplishment

Well remembered bliss

A greeting

The Big Bang

Remember this

Addiction

Silly Season

Endless ripples

Love was that moment past

The economy of word

Transiently lent

The recipe

Catch me gently

The reunion

That merry way

Oh fair beauties

Soft and slow and silently

Borrowed time

Solar blown

Endless love

Dinner plate

Warning

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Like a mirage of stepping-stones the poems made a path to the horizon of each page, till, shimmering, they vanished into a Sea of Puddles.

Foreword

Sea of Puddles is the second book in the Sea trilogy.

Sea of Rain,

Sea of Puddles,

Sea of Pools.

Each book is a collection of poems, which in turn, jell with the whole series to give a comprehensive collection of 599 poems.

Every poem is numbered in chronological order, reflecting the changing themes that have run through the author’s life during the writing process.

Intriguingly, this linier layout effectively charts a literary journey of emotion that has led the author to the poet he is today.

Using this method, rather than cherry-picking poems, inevitably puts some early poems at a disadvantage, but the author has resisted removing, or changing content, or order to preserve the integrity of the process and to highlight the development of his writing tastes and skills. Strangely though, some of the perceived weaker poems have indeed become reader favourites.

The poems are not thematically laid out and the extensive expanding topics come hard and fast. The reader will quickly become accustomed to the sweet being equally followed by the bittersweet.

The collection will delight and entertain with rhyme and freeform in a myriad of versification formats. The poems will also enthral, bewitch, challenge and at times shock, so readers beware:

Author’s comments

I have spoken before about poetry having a life of its own and I feel I should elaborate on this statement.

I can wake with the remnants of subconscious words and I have taken to recording them before I rise. The day fades that dreamlike message until I get the opportunity to return to that recording and write. I cannot count how many thoughts, therefore poems, have been lost before I adopted this practice. I would recommend all writers who experience fleeting thoughts in a similar manner should do as I do. Often, devoid of ideas, staring at a blank page, I suddenly write a line that came out of the ether and it grows legs until it has the structure of a new poem.

I believe poetry is driven by the collective emotions of the past, present and future and as such is not the exclusive property of just my mind or even just my world.

Kevin Robinson.

The notion of spin

Over granite