James Garratt – A life lived and recorded in ink since 1992

Category: Poems November 2023

Put To Bed – Wednesday 22nd November 2023 (Aged 48)

it feels like i am further forwards
but not –
face deep in impossible solutions
or spoilt –
by a steady treacle of illicit illusions

all that…
all that insecure posturing
i wonder now,
who was i convincing?

they do not know
or even seem to care
that i was once them
ad once sat over there

this is your life
hold it aloft –
amongst the steady flock

i see all this the people i meet
because,
that is our humanity
that is often our own self calamity

made my way back –
and swam in my photographs –
that showed a face –
of a person that i no longer knew

people say that they are the castle keep
that,
people need to cross the moat

our education systems –
are under fed
stupidity steals a march
and it’s eyes are capped by lead

i have not much to say,
stuck in my trifles of self doubt
lost in an idea,
that i should scream and shout

memories are long lost seasons to me
without reasons, leaves or even rain
they are hard to pick up
and even harder to frame

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