Poetry Blogs (mum)
I'm gonna talk about a woman who I can only describe as my world my universe
my brightest light ..my tonic ..my backbone my nurse
even in black she has more colours than a rainbow
brighter than the moonlight the sunshine she makes the rain go
when I'm told that I'm magic and I'm gifted
it's coz of her though keeps me uplifted
iv been so low
but never solo
she is the light that attracts lig...
Wednesday 26th June 2019 8:59 am
I saw your face today
as I stared in the mirror
It was not before me
but right inside my head
Not me looking at myself
but you holding me in your gaze
The form was clear and true
You were alive to me
Your face filled mine
I became you
for a few moments
felt your mind in mine
the fear of your thoughts
and the power of your emotions
I know not why you
Saturday 20th October 2018 7:11 pm
Granny Hi Tech
My mum’s been posting selfies… at the age of ninety two!
She’s becoming all tech savvy, whilst I haven’t got a clue.
They say a dog can get too old to teach itself new tricks,
But she’s on Twitter, Instagram, even downloads from Netflix.
It all started back at 80, when the tablets which she took
Turned into a new device, a brand new i-mac book.
She logged on to...
Sunday 8th July 2018 4:14 am
She is long gone
So long I have to strain to hear her voice
Down the years
The last thing she said to me though
Clear as day
Like the sun through mists of dawn
An unexpected heartfelt sigh
Two words could not contain more depth
For she was lost to me long before
She left this earth
Or so I thought
Until the parting of the clouds
Friday 1st June 2018 11:11 pm
Not always easy me and mum
But sparks ignite loving hearts
And fire up a love that runs and runs
Firing true for my mum and me
Special relations mums and sons
As I’ve seen so clearly, with my own ones
Maybe too alike, maybe too different
Sparks just happened along the way
Both too stubborn, both never to give in
But the clashes only stood out, because really so few
Saturday 14th April 2018 1:45 pm
The alarm is set for some ridiculous hour
Just so I have time to shower
Before my little one wakes up bright
Even tho she was up half the night!
Time for hot coffee that I need
Can't live without my caffeine feed
I check my phone to see what's occurred
Out there in the adult world
On Facebook I see what friends are doing
One up a mountain, one canoeing
I also live ou...
Friday 9th March 2018 10:47 am
From the front at least
A beautiful victorian dresser
The ugly truth
Assembled from wooden orange crates
The company name stamped
Telling of a former
More humble existence
Two little drawers
One at each side
Gunmetal latch handles
From opening and closing
Hold family secrets
Snaps from Blackpool ...
Sunday 19th November 2017 8:23 pm
And I want to be a better man to you mum.. .
But you just don't agree with the things I have done, while I don't agree with having
to be socially accepted I need to conform, but you don't understand.
I live for myself in a flurried world.
Where being myself is such a crime and I can't imagine myself alive, at the thought of cheating my own mind...
It breaks me apart!...
Saturday 2nd September 2017 8:40 pm
It suddenly struck me
It's the end of June, I thought.
That means. Oh shit that means
her anniversary is here again.
I felt a sense of guilt because
the date of her passing had slipped my mind
I guess I've just been busy
visiting friends and family
and moving to a new area.
Oh and I've not been particularly well.
Nothing to worry about Mum
I just keep having these seizures
I never had ...
Thursday 29th June 2017 3:06 pm
She’s the one we could rely on
when things were sorely scarce,
to always find a way to get by
when it went from bad to worse.
She’s the one true matriarch,
the gel at the center of all,
never too far away from us;
never more than a call.
Sacrificing all she had,
for us, her flesh and blood,
always standing second place
to the family’s common good.
Tuesday 4th August 2015 4:10 pm
Where we formed
now there rips a ribbon of pain
strange and unearthly
buried in your belly
that hurt you carry
And humanness was your gift to me
how I gladly repay
in any way I can
If it’s a hand you need to hold
if it’s someone to hear you cry
I will be there for you
in any way I can
taking you apart
they take away a part of...
Tuesday 17th March 2015 10:28 am
An Unexpected Ghost In The Yorkshire Post
She stares out at me from the page of white -
all pixels, paper, print and phantom eyes,
a child of contrasts under exposed skies
dancing somewhere between the dark and light.
I recognise the features well, despite
the brutal glare of histories disguise.
This archive feature caught me by surprise
for we are separated by times flight.
You are a g...
Saturday 1st November 2014 8:03 pm
She’s a fading flower
Not nearly as bright as she used to be
Though now she shines in a different way
Though she always shines to me
She’s filled with determination,
And don’t try to tell her what to do:
And she’ll do what she needs to do
The day I can’t do my shopping
Is the day I’m finished, she says.
And she eyes me with disdain
Sunday 5th October 2014 8:34 pm
Ive been patiently waiting around just for you to say hello..
Just show me a sign that YOU dont steep that low..
Day by day, Oh dear Lord three things I pray ..
That I see another day ..
That you show you care ..
and that you will be there..
But no stop dreaming child ... grow up..
Your mama said she would always be there! But I dont see her anywhere!
She said ' I love you A...
Thursday 12th September 2013 1:59 pm
(This was an attempt at a villanelle but I'm not sure if its quite the right structure . .oh well)
I only wanted to help
And when I offered to get you some shopping
It wasn’t me saying you’re not up to it any more
I only wanted to help
Thanks for the cup of tea
But when I offered to make it
I wasn’t saying your tea was bad: far from it
I just didn’t w...
Wednesday 16th January 2013 5:44 am
Monday 16th July 2012 8:18 pm
Sunday 1st July 2012 6:28 am
On this opal morning
I miss my mum.
If she was in the kitchen
everything would be alright.
We’d have plain chocolate digestives.
Dip the smiling edges till
the chocolate melted
warm as love.
In an Ealing garden apples trees
would be clad in pink and white
clothes hang on a sagging line
propped by a cloven branch.
Friday 13th January 2012 6:39 pm
imagining her face
a butter dish
the cow on the lid
is sat on a creamy base
licks of grass growing up its sides
in gossamer tissue
taped at the edges
so as not to give away
all the way home
Sunday 30th October 2011 12:00 pm
Tuesday 2nd August 2011 5:02 pm