7/52 Poetry Collection



I write to make sense

of all that surrounds me

I write to exentuate

all that I have

all that I am

all that I will be


I write to share

depths of my soul

degrees of my persona

not so easily seen


I write to lay bare

to gain perspective

to view and be viewed


I write to inspire

both myself and others

To bring about change

to encourage

to enable


I write to write

a compulsion

a passion

A deep-seated need for the power of words.


words etc

2/52 Poetry Collection


The steps of forward motion

of  positive thinking

of creative visualisation

are riddled

with pock marks

deep holes

filled with every negative


I have ever had

Often I am able to jump clear

Raise the bar high above



They snare me in their clutches

And it takes all of my


To break free.

And when I do

It feels as though

I have to start from scratch

Once again

Build myself up one positive brick at a time

Only this time it is faster

My workload slightly less

Those nasty pot holes

Covered over for the time being

Round and round

in circles I go

Until one fine day

I will reach the heights of



Walk towards your light. Copyright Ketakii Jewson-Brown

Walk towards your light.
Copyright Ketakii Jewson-Brown


Saddle up

E a r l y morning and

the c h i l d r e n ‘ s voices

have j o i n e d in with the choir of birds

announcing day b r e a k.

I would have rather not k n o w n

preferred to lay

i g n o r a n t

between the w a r m t h

of the s h e e t s .

In a s t a t e

b e t w e e n worlds

neither h e r e nor t h e r e

my s u b c o n s c i o u s

in charge

my d r e a m s t a t e

at the r e i n s .

t’was n o t to be.


good m o r n i n g

s a d d l e u p

let’s r i d e

this p o n y





The hills are alive with the sound of children



Copyright Ketakii Jewson-Brown


This Man

This man


knows me

From the hairs on

my belly

to the curve of my breast.


This man


knows me

From the heights

of irrationality

to the depths

of desire.


This man


knows me

From before


drunkenness and stupor

To after


neediness and lack of glamour


This man


knows me


I think

better than

I know myself.

Love him. Yes I do.

Love him. Yes I do.

Copyright Ketakii Jewson-Brown 2013

Poetry in Motion

I am poetry in motion




painstakingly reworking

all the finer details

(years of work for a 3 minute show)


I am poetry in motion

Different from yesterday

In sync with the present

Aware of future alterations


I am poetry in motion

Full of haiku breaths

with sonnets in my hair

Sometimes in capital with

lower case moments


I am poetry in motion

Adding abstract narrative

Constantly commentating


I am poetry in motion.




Copyright Ketakii Jewson-Brown

Twin Fins


I find myself missing you

The complementary nature of our energies

is like no other before

I find myself missing you

Since our friendships inception

Every moment has been shared

Now too far away to call

for no apparent reason

Late at night

Early in the morning

When the sun is it’s highest in the sky.

I find myself missing you

Under a similar sky

Feet planted on different patches of earth

Separated by the ocean


I will find myself missing you

Until we swim together again

In the same see

Twin fins

You see






The ocean. Vast.