Is This a Poem ?

  What a strange time. What a strange place to be. Within me . Without me . Floating and sinking at at the same time. Feeling deeply . Not feeling at all. Holding back. Letting go. Reaching out. Curling into a ball. Smiling . Frowning. Laughter and tears. One begetting the other. Neither elation nor…

Damburst of words. ( What if ? )

What if words came flowing out ? What if things unsaid flew from me ? What if the dam burst and All I felt and held Screamed and flowed and tumbled free ? Oh Jesus what if ? What if ? What if ? What if ? Would I be free ? Would I feel…

Winter has come.

Last night you passed away From us and so My grief for you Begins today.

JOURNEY HOME

JOURNEY HOME Crashing through the night, My train brings me closer,

No Shame

Source: No Shame I was in visiting my Dad recently in the nursing home which is now his home. No doubt his last on this earth. I found it very emotional being there, seeing him as a shadow of himself and I was driven to writing a poem about him. I’ve already posted and shared…

Dear Sister.

  What do I want to say dear sister ? What do I want to say ?   That the wind and rain ceased today And small clouds sat in a clear blue sky ? That the air on cheeks, gently pinched, Was crisp, wintry

The Lord’s Prayer ….. ( Rewritten )

I found this lurking in the bowels of my laptop’s memory. I don’t remember what caused me or drove me to write it but I do remember it issued forth in one outpouring of some unknown emotion. With little editing I present it to you. (I remember the first time I saw ” The Last…

The Company I Keep !!

New poems from me are short on the ground at the moment, so I want to share one I wrote a number of years back. As I recall, I was sitting in the back garden late at night, smoking, drinking beer and looking at the stars. I had watched a documentary on Francis Bacon earlier…

I will not think of you as gone

Originally posted on Thomas:
I will not think of you as gone For each dawn would be less Keep you close in my memories I will not think of you as gone Your laughter will sing in windy days Your stubbornness be midnight’s storms I will not think of you as gone Simple joy in…

on being told he’s a poet of the people .

if you’re going to write me a poem don’t  mystify it with fucking classical references that I don’t understand don’t force me to fucking study classic greek and roman mythologies to understand you don’t tie me in knots with fucking empty verbosity and convoluted phrases I don’t carry a fucking Oxford fucking dictionary in my…