Poetry Blogs (childhood)
They never changed that room.
Dolls, teddy bears, trains,
And transformers all hold space,
Lock time in perpetual stasis.
When death comes life stops.
Family said they should pack
Things away. It’s too hard
To be reminded day after day
Of a future lost in the past,
But a room can be a memorial.
It’s a museum of childhood,
Until a child of a later
Generation discovers it with
Thursday 18th April 2019 5:47 am
There were borders everywhere
Borders of water, of steel, of brick, of money and of mind
Borders that were meant for defining, for declaring lines you and others could not cross
Over the sandstone brick wall, across the railway line lived the park people
Snotty, scabby looking folk – they feared to tread on our turf; most did
They had the club and the park, we invaded them at w...
Thursday 11th April 2019 10:17 am
When you’re born in the shadow of a mountain
You know the warmth of the darkest of shade
You know nothing will ever rise above that mountain
In whose image and shadow you were made
When cast in the shadow of a mountain
Your caste can feel defined before birth
Your path may seem predestined and written
As your feet struggle to impress in the earth
But there’s a com...
Wednesday 10th April 2019 8:26 pm
One of my favorite games
to play as a child
was seeing shapes
in the clouds:
It was one of the
of my childhood.
As I grew up,
I began to see
Now in the archway
of my golden years,
I see beauty that
brings me to tears:
Sunday 17th February 2019 7:18 pm
Ive seen the smiling beautiful faces of precious youth
Taking fear and horror by its loathsome breath
Who washed themselves clean of its stain
With nothing more then countless courage
And disdainful acts of random kindness.
Ive seen the happy gentle porcelain faces of our very best
The ordinary made extraordinary by the casually vile
Who stared into the face of blackened ...
Sunday 27th January 2019 7:45 pm