The Man and His Poetry

The Man and His Poetry

people ask about the real me
cannot match the person
to the poetry
all these comments
and all these gags
somehow do not gel
it leaves them sad
so, I try to be honest
and talk about who I am
i see flashes in their eyes
i am not sure they understand
or is that accept?
should we bound through life
hungry for respect?
i have spent a life
of wondering what it all means
as a child I suckled
on rainbows and dreams
but as an adult I almost buckled
and came apart at the seams
that is the nature of me
perhaps a ravine exists between
the man and his poetry


James Garratt – September 2009