but death
is a violent nudge,
a reminder
that something remains.
Tag: reflection
More Days Than This – Written Monday 10th November 2025 (Aged 50)
I need to
wake up,
and stretch
to get going,
and I need to move further forwards.
Notions Of Happiness – Written Monday 10th November 2025
when the years were much less,
we would sit around and hope for the future,
suckling on checklists.
Let Go Of The Chain – Written September 2025 (Aged 50)
Let go of the chain,
but even then
I am entangled,
like everything is just too tight.
Play Pretend – Written Thursday 11th September 2025 (Aged 50)
But on my own,
the crowds — all the crowds —
they just leave me feeling alone.
A Long Lost Bed – Thursday 11th September 2025 (Aged 50)
The constant noise,
a buzz, a hum,
I am sure that we all have one.
Empire Children – Written September 2025 (Aged 50)
In the late Victorian era –
and in the early part of the 20th century
they built schools,
and they had wooden desks
How I Fell Down On The Home Straight -Written Tuesday 26th August 2025 (Aged 50)
but I lower my eyes to half-mast,
and I realise I am the captain of my ship
it is me who needs to take charge,
and resolve these relationships anchored in my past.
Psychiatric Hospital – Written Tuesday 26th August 2025 (Aged 50)
I look around at all these other people,
and they are in similar boats,
but I notice their smile
and how they create an aura of plain sailing
The Weight of Ignorance – Written September 2025 (Aged 50)
The weight of ignorance
will cause them to drown.
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 