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Bed-time.I stroke my children’s backs, arms, legsto help them sleep, in multiplesof onehundredandtwentyfive,each multiple to be completeeven if they’ve fallen asleep while I count. I’ve always done this,don’t know why,since… Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: poem
A complete life
I’ve locked myself away now.Finally.Being on the outside was too much to bear.All the wind and noise,All the confusion of living,Of loving and being loved. That’s over.The pain is ended.The… Continue Reading
Uncategorised 24th November 2010
streets
streets scratch the surface of history streets on sandshiftwith regiments of memory this was my streeti kissed him theremade my love in that dark cornerbefore i was born layers of… Continue Reading
why i love poetry
because verses bound and wrappedon a page of many colourssing new voices because one wordis better than thousands because reading beats hearingwhen the letters maketheir own meaning because small words… Continue Reading
This day, of all days
Rain, outside, leaksin, with the wind,grey, too much alive,while we rememberthe dead. Sudden light, a holein the sky, exploded,restless cloud, toomuch brightness fortoday. Nothing new, inthe cold, all oldand trapped… Continue Reading
From father to son, from son to father
What shall we do as we grow older?Cantankerous – and son;Cantankerous – and father?Shall we laugh together again? Love is always muted between father and son,By the smallest things,The most… Continue Reading
Charlotte’s 14th birthday poem
For You Look, I have a rockIn the palm of my hand.I carved it for you. Look, its shape is not usual,Nor its colour one we have grownUsed to, in… Continue Reading
Kara’s birthday poem
Today Tomorrow is a wall we cannot climb,A field we cannot cross until today.Time is a hiding beast,Beyond us before we know,And gone. We watch days and waste them,Pick hours… Continue Reading
One of us (in memory of James Grigg)
James Grigg died in action in Afghanistan on 16th March 2010. He played cricket with me, and was a good friend to me, and to many others in Stradbroke Cricket… Continue Reading
Charlotte’s birthday poem
October A cloudless sky,One month, almost, into autumn,Colding nights,The scent of burning leaves;Crisp shadowsUnder the fullest moon. Birth,The holiest miracle,Brought us you,One more treasureOf our lives. A beautiful note,One chord,… Continue Reading