David Johnson

I wrote my first poem when I was 5:

“Windy, windy blow away,
Through the night and throw away.”

There then followed a brief hiatus in my writing for about 40 years!

The onset of blindness in my mid-life gave me the incentive to write. The initial impetus being a desire to record holidays, outings and events in a form which enabled me to recall the events and to some extent relive the experience. This led to a growing interest in poetry - a far more concentrated method of recording and expression.

A chance encounter with an E-poetry writer led me to join the group - the rigor and regularity of the monthly themes is great for “teasing out” those reluctant rhymes and “snatches”…

Poems written
  • What if
  • Ivor Gurney
  • The Sword of Damacles
  • I Often Go on Journeys and Leave Myself Behind & Trainnosaurus Wrecks
  • The only truth there is to know
  • Shaping the establishment - on worn stone steps
  • Matter Matters
  • Behind the Green Door
  • Chimes Remembered
  • A Marvellous Harmony of Difference
  • Carol
  • Triolet - October
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