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My Sunday Poem … # 25

My Sunday Poem … # 25

There is a fine line between loneliness and solitude. Oftentimes I have crossed over from one side to the other and back again. The trick was in finding someone willing to cross over with me. I realise that now. So I wrote this poem.

The Island

There is an island
Set upon Emotion’s restless sea,
And subject to the winds and storms
Of life and living
We give a face to every waking hour
And dream of being free.

But we know so little of ourselves
We are children lost in a maze of mind
All path and purpose undefined
Aching to be understood
Failing to understand

Though I am weak and weary
And I may stumble on and on
Please take my hand
And know my love is strong.

my sunday poem … # 18

my sunday poem … # 18

spells & shells

Here is a silly wee verse I wrote way back in the summer of 1969 when I was all of 17. Me and my best pal Charlie Parker spent a couple of weeks down in Devon and Cornwall. We tried our hand at surfing off Minehead beach and chatting up girls. We were rubbish at both.

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my sunday poem … # 10

my sunday poem … # 10

Today’s poem is called The Waiting-Bell. I wrote it during a period when I was quite heavily into the work of poets such as John Donne and Gerard Manley Hopkins. I so admired their use of  imagery.

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The waiting-bell

 in the garden at dawn
tremoring trance-like forms
lie hidden in the early mist
cold-cast in a wintery spell
silence hangs heavy as a waiting-bell

one
piercing shaft of light
and life begins again
like a shattering glass

spider’s web quivering
the birds’ glad song
and beat of wings

and when I think of you
where the pain of loss first fell
my heart hangs heavy as a waiting-bell

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