Our being lies beneath
a layer of sinew and bone.
We are what we are
for what our soul might possess.
We gather our bounty
from another’s eyes that gaze
on the fruits of our labours
and the barren baskets we fill
and the songs that we sing
of the joyous and sorrow.
We are what we are
for all to commend or condemn.
We walk tall in the mire
and stoop when branches swing low.
We are what we are
for all to see.
3 Jan 2011
Since I’ve been away.But I have not forgot.The promises,we made that day.Many years have passed on by.We can’t put them to one side.Nor can we,brush away tears through the years,we’ve cried.Though I love you,much more than I did then.Things have happened though the years,we can’t change.You are married now.Have to keep you husband’s table laid.So…
On those days there is an urgencyhidden within what I do.I cannot explain it,nor do I ever try.I just sit down, write,and write to my hearts content.The pouring out of wordsis something I have got used to.I write wherever I am, at home,in my car when I am not driving of course.Walking along the street,…
It sang for blue skiesfor within to fly.It sang out its messageat the first raysof the dawning day.It also sang for peace and lovewithin a world filled with unrest.It sang a joyous messagefor all those who wanted to hearthat little songbirdthat sang in a treetop high.13 January 2008
I write to what I suppose are friends,but never get a reply.I telephone with similar results,which leaves me thinkingwhat the hell is wrong with me?I recently started a personal bookcalled my letters to the departedin which I write to late friendswhom would have answered meif they had not passed away.My life has become a sad…
Instead of bullets, bombs and rocketswe’d have love between our neighbours and families.Instead of death, destruction and miserywe’d have outstretched hands of friendshipfrom stranger we did not know.No cause is worth the death of one manno matter what that cause may be.For love and understandingis all anyone ever needs.When all the bullets and bombs are…
our teenage romance falteredas new day beganuntil all that was leftwere the remnant of a lovethat could never have been.Old now and much more wisewe can still look back with younger eyesand look at the joy that our first love brought.Remembering the smouldering kissesbefore the fire went out.Remembering the promises we madethat faded as the…
