Started on 02 Nov 201326 poems
Fast fade the days, empty and cold,
Our summer has long since gone, my dear.
But still I hold them
Grief yawns and swallows you whole.
Insomnia, heartache, regrets take their toll.
With every drop of rain
I sign your name.
For a love like this,
could never come.
It isn't that long,
The good in the bad,
It's not all gone.
Stars don't shine,
Today we said our last goodbye
Oh why oh why oh why oh why
Taken from us far too young
I woke yesterday,
And I loved you,
I woke today,
I still loved you.
On my eightieth
(I am unsure of the title, the poem is at it's very first draft stages)
We wake hazy with dreams of bright new days;
Finding ourselves encumbered by foreboding
White and smooth,
Pocketed flat and small.
The Kittiwakes squat
In sandstone cliffs,
Diffracting colours, scented honey rose,
Silent symphony of heaven’s angel choir,
Visions of you
I can barely remember how it was back then.
Even the sound of noise seems such a distant memory.
Above that helter-skelter shrill, of children’s yelp,
Outside, somewhere, down the street a bit,
Through passing years, the numbing recollection never dims,
There I, so cauterised to love’s
I want to hold your hand
and skip along the beaches of my mind
just to see what we find
Its been eight years now,
Since you went away.
Leaving fleeting moments
Ghosting past an eternity
Strange seeing you lying there
I search your nothing expression
All we found in his room
was a pocket watch with an eye,
a dictionary which defined every word as
I stood with you at your grave,
watching the rain erase your name from the stone.
Your damp face
When I saw my obituary in the paper this morning
I went down to the indicated funeral home
The telephone was shrill with silence
when I entered the room where I had heard your voice
Pale as a white rose
a little face on the pillow,
your blond curly hair,
foliage of the rose.
This is the first year alone
and as mothers day approaches
you are no longer here to spoil,
You were here right beside me,
Suddenly,in a breath you were gone,
We were together, so very
"Father, I am weary this day,
And the night closes in on me,
Father, I hope and pray,
Today I buried my friend,
As someone else did theirs,
Today their pain has found its end,
There’s too much noise
For Darwinian comfort:
As the robins bring grubs
To the bushes beneath