i am left confused and conflicted –
by my father’s death
having stood and watched,
as he sailed away on his final breaths
read more Sailing Away on Final Breaths – Written Wednesday 22nd January 2020 (aged 44)
it is amazing,
our lives have such reflections
in the fragility of single pane glazing
windows with views we cling to
in these moments
metaphorically i fall to the floor
dad died…
and found a saturday shaped door
read more Saturday Shaped Door – Written Tuesday 21st January 2020 (Aged 44)
i am sitting here with your things
your paperwork, your wallet and phone
and i think about your life
its platform destinations
the timetables never kept to
the way you would roam as the likely suspect
read more Wallet and Phone – Written Tuesday 21st January 2020 (Aged 44)
shock,
is a tangible state
just,
as i push my food around the plate
your ale is finally drunk
but i am left with the slate
read more Thursday Morning – Written Monday 20th January 2020 (Aged 44)
i place myself
in the arms of troubled sleep
could those night time moments
be more complete?
read more I Sleep With My Dreams – Written Friday 10th January 2020 (Aged 44)
perhaps it because none of it was necessary
perhaps it is because i have to face myself
maybe it is those life drowning moments
when you long to be somebody or anybody else
read more Other Types of Feeling Sad – Written Tuesday 14th January 2020
i went back to december 1992
and i looked at –
what i had written
in days when i was seventeen
and i wrote ‘rock ‘n’ roll’ poetry
read more December 1992 – Written Friday 10th January 2020 (Aged 44)
have you seen the world lately
its tears
cannot quench the wildfires
that continue to burn
read more Wildfires – Written Thursday 9th January 2020 (Aged 44)
if you want some advice
as i rummage through my life
and if i think about my own experiences
then all i can say,
is do not bend and alter you shape
read more Do Not Bend and Alter Your Shape – Written Thursday 9th January 2020 (Aged 44)
