Eyes snapped shut in the street-facing bedroom
lit up by the light of the Spar
that floods it's white plastic windows
illuminating each passing car
In her curled up hands a faded old photo
but the hands,once so gentle,that hold this mementoe,
are as cold,are as granite, as stone
In came Sister with a meagre tea tray
Sunday 31st January 2016 6:01 pm
Tags: care home, death, illness, old age, pensioners
A Tribute to Paul Murphy
who died today - my friend & inspiration
Farewell my friend
For now you're gone
To sing your words
With angles strong
With top hats raised
We say so long
You Ranter, Raver
And Poet of song
Go give God a good rant!
RIP you nutter xxx
Friday 29th January 2016 7:36 pm
Tags: death, tribute
(This is a re-post of a series of five interconnecting poems, previously blogged as separate poems. The death of my mother last year was preceded by hearing the tone poem Finlandia, by Jean Sibelius, on the radio, and it so completely described how I was feeling that it took me over, and informs the whole series.
As a big nod to Sibelius, I decided to use a loosely-based symphonic structure, so...
Tuesday 26th January 2016 2:32 pm
Tags: bereavement, death
Inanimate, not insentient.
in sodden chair.
Receptors flooding now
they have recoiled from being,
given up, they are closing down one by
last one, gone.
Contact lost, burned through.
Strapped to the gurney,
zipped and labelled for the fridge.
The carriage nonchalantly siren-less,
as it passes a sellers pitch.
A cold m...
Wednesday 13th January 2016 12:26 pm
Tags: abuse, Addiction, death
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