The years have been hard, A dullness, a dark room without any light. Hands always stretching out ahead, chasing, Everything always just out of reach. I thought of you when I needed some colour in the darkness, A flash of hope, of what I might one day find. I always had you in the back… Continue reading I Wished For You, Too
I loved you, Atthis, years ago, when my youth was still all flowers and sighs, and you -- you seemed to me such a small ungainly girl. Can you forget what happened before? If so, then I'll remind you how, while lying beside me, you wove a garland of crocuses which I then braided into… Continue reading Sappho
On this day. The clock stopped, It read - 16.10 Such a sudden shock to the atmosphere, It stopped time. The day before. A feeling, It was 19.15 A jolt of realisation, Calm acceptance. The happiest of days, All day until 18.00 A phone call, Devastation.
You came to me as a bairn I reared you with such joy You forgave me my mistakes and loved me through my journey. By my side, you stayed, My shadow, gracious and true. A content gent, you grew to be As the years came to calm me, so they calmed you, too. Bursting to… Continue reading Reaching
When tomorrow starts without me And I’m not here to see If the sun should rise and find your eyes All filled with tears for me I wish you wouldn’t cry The Way you did today While thinking of the many things We did not get to say I know how much you love me… Continue reading When Tomorrow Starts Without Me
It's Monday, and I miss you It's Tuesday, and the house is empty It's Wednesday, and everything is silent On Thursday, my breath catches Friday brings distraction Saturday is when the tears break free Sunday, I look for peace But, then It's Monday again. -- Me.
Malika Booker, Sharon Olds and Warsan Shire (2011). Modern Poets 3: Your Family, Your Body. Great Britain: Clays ltd, St Ives plc. Marika Booker Exodus She does not talk about that time. She has buried it deep in the earth where you bury shit. Buried it with no wake, no funeral, no coffin, no fanfare, buried it… Continue reading Your Family, Your Body
Luis De Camoens, William Wordsworth, John Keats, Thomas Lovell Beddoes, Gerard Manley Hopkins, Robert Frost and Philippe Jaccottet. The Sea! The Sea! An Anthology of Poems. (2005). Edited by Peter Jay. London: Anvil Press Poetry. In association with the National Maritime Museum. Luis De Camoens On a Shipmate, Pero Moniz, Dying at Sea. My years on ear were short, but long for… Continue reading The Sea! The Sea!
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with the juicy bone. Silence the pianos and, with muffled drum, Bring out the coffin. Let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle the moaning overhead Scribbling in the sky the message: "He is dead!" Put the crepe bows around the white necks… Continue reading Poetry Corner
There is a reason I came out here. A reason, why now. This day, this time. A memory of you. A physical reminder. This gentleman wearing a cap. The people we meet are for a reason. The air noticeably cools now I am sitting here alone. It was hot a few moments ago, The sun's… Continue reading