is the weather worn map –
of a human being
veering between extremes
like the pinball machine where –
the pinball is never sure of its means
Category: Poems January 2020
Keep Me Busy – Written Friday 24th January 2020 (Aged 44)
i cannot stop,
keep me dutifully occupied,
in tasks to do
do not let me stare out of windows
just drowning in the view
Sailing Away on Final Breaths – Written Wednesday 22nd January 2020 (aged 44)
i am left confused and conflicted –
by my father’s death
having stood and watched,
as he sailed away on his final breaths
Parents Dying – Written 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
Saturday Shaped Door – Written Tuesday 21st January 2020 (Aged 44)
in these moments
metaphorically i fall to the floor
dad died…
and found a saturday shaped door
Wallet and Phone – 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
Thursday Morning – Written Monday 20th 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
I Sleep With My Dreams – Written Friday 10th January 2020 (Aged 44)
i place myself
in the arms of troubled sleep
could those night time moments
be more complete?
Other Types of Feeling Sad – Written Tuesday 14th January 2020
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
December 1992 – Written Friday 10th January 2020 (Aged 44)
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
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