i float –
towards later years
the slides
the swings
the youthful eyes
and the things they bring
Author: James Garratt
I am a 40 something sometime writer. I live in the South West of the UK but originally I am from Essex.
Broken Little Boy – Written January 2021 (Aged 45)
the broken little boy
his trauma
writ large across his little face
Inserection – Written Sunday 10th January 2021 (Aged 45)
we need hope to stand tall
for compassion,
to tear down hateful walls
but we have are cruel powerful white men
and lame duck fools
This is How Others See Me – Written Wednesday 23rd December 2020 (Aged 45)
and,
for a moment
i glimpsed how others saw me
i balanced glibly –
on the mirror –
of polished vanity
Strong and Tall – Written Wednesday 23rd December 2020 (Aged 45)
i cannot glide,
free falling in a parachute slide
i cannot crack eggs
and feel such damage inside
Red Left Cap – Written Tuesday 22nd December 2020 (Aged 45)
they have stove pipe values
puffing away like a steam train
yet, in their own church –
they never own the blame
Bread and Butter – Written October 2017 (Aged 42)
people telling me about things –
that professionally that i trained for –
studied for and have done for years
Self Promotion – Written October 2017 (Aged 42)
they are scrabbling around to be the best
to signal their greatness
hoping we will not notice
the heap of their own fake mess
I Will Shut My Mouth – Written October 2017 (Aged 42)
so when did finding s voice –
just become about exerting power
when all this change –
should such division continue to flower?
Tired Eyes Tell Tired Thoughts – Written Wednesday 18th October 2017 (Aged 42)
my fear is,
that this becomes –
a gender debate
but not informed
simply, who do you hate
