If Pain Had No Beauty
If pain had no beauty
Where else would we be?
Loose, languid expression,
Scorned sobriety,
Unhurried of humbling;
Relational depth,
Our hearts and minds spread less
Than their broadest breadth.
Saturday 19th July 2014 5:00 pm
A Letter To Mother
I cried for your life
Grieving not only
For what I lost
But for all that you
Had taken from you
You deserved a fairer chance
To be, to live
I wanted those things for you
I wrote you a letter, once
When I was twelve, perhaps
It was less than a year
After your death
It may have been the day
Before cynicism reared
It's ugly head
Taking hold of my...
Monday 14th July 2014 10:06 pm
Quoth Both
My daughter brought a Jackdaw in the house
And grief introduced itself
Melancholic and wounded
It hunched in the corner of the room
She fed him her loving eyes
Bread in tweezers
And named him Poe
Then this sanctuary
Took him
She phoned every night
He was mending well and with the magpies...
He was in the biggest aviary...
He was set free.
But w...
Thursday 17th April 2014 1:52 am
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