Jez Farmer

Jez Farmer Poems

The shore road waits, silently trailing mist
Where heaven and earth in a breath exist.
The path around the hidden away bays
That leads my memory to Silver Point
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It was agreed in a day and a year
That Pwyll should return to fight without fear.
For a year and one day, they swapped places,
Their form, spirit and looks they exchanged, they did;
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Jez Farmer Biography

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry. I am a neo-formalist poet preferring to write in meter and form than free verse but I am beginning to learn to relax and let the feel and sound of words take over rather than be dictated to by rigid rules and structure. However I will still argue that a sonnet without consistent iambic meter ain’t a sonnet and Lewis Turco’s Book of Form is never far from me. I am a moderator and contributor to the poetic forum Tir na nog, I considers it a great pleasure to have worked with Terry Clitheroe and the Tir poets to bring the wonder of poetry out of the elitist, artisan world to a wider and more global audience. I am also the author of two chapbooks and an anthology of poems. I am currently working on my second collection of poetry and a collection of sonnets in memory of the late poet Ivor Hogg Life is a journey – go where it takes you and live it)

The Best Poem Of Jez Farmer

All’s Quiet On Ullswater

The shore road waits, silently trailing mist
Where heaven and earth in a breath exist.
The path around the hidden away bays
That leads my memory to Silver Point
Where my eyes would rest on the crag and gaze.
I heard Wainwright’s words opening my dreams
As I sat there with you to plan the climb
Over flasks of coffee and sweet custard creams
And we shared the world in those days sublime.
From Deepdale Bridge, where you and I first kissed,
So long ago it’s lost in distant haze
To where the Pikes fall to another time
Now memories are the pivotal joint
To days lost in you and wild flowing streams.

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