Poetry Blog by Andy Williamson
Mary Braithwaite on A Day in the Life (2) (Thu, 12 Nov 2009 05:29 am)
One word...............so many emotions
A queue - for all kinds of reasons.
A child's enthusiasm to share a tale...............every last word.
Putting detail on an ornate carving.
The last coat of paint drying.
Grandfather trying to master computers.
The postman bringing exam results.
The corridor pace of the doctor with news.
The warm days of summer to return.
A broken heart to mend.
Wednesday 2nd December 2009 2:13 pm
I want this
More than you perhaps know
The promise of peace
The seduction of your grace
Am I caught like an insect
Unable or unwilling to escape?
Your embrace closes around me
Like the venus fly trap
And I am on the verge of surrender.
The reality of past hurt rings
Like alarm bells in my deafened ears
But silence grows
And I am drawn
Like a moth to a flame.
All consuming, all forgiving
The taste of your l...
Thursday 19th November 2009 10:15 pm
I lie here in peaceful tranquility
This wooden house my home
The sound of the sea lapping the shore
This beachfront isolation
Devoid of the entrapments called communication
Bats chatter away
Hanging on eachother's word
Outside my mesh window.
Whilst inside, thumbsized Geckos
Scurry across the walls
on their commute to elsewhere
The sea becomes my personal pool
Crystal clear saltiness
Cleansing my skin
Monday 9th November 2009 3:57 am
I lie in Corporate cleanliness
Another night, another town
Sanitised box bed, in sanitised box room
Bereft of comforts for weary hearts
Missing the homeliness of familiar faces,
The tenderness of soft skin,
The welcome kiss after the hard day is done
Traffic noise permeates the window vents
Dulling the hum of the air-con high up
No children's laughter
No bedtime stories to r...
Thursday 22nd October 2009 12:25 am
"Carry me home.
Hold me in your arms
And make me feel safe"
These are the words she spoke to me
As she lay there in the grass
With the sun on her face
And a smile that shone as brightly.
"Carry me home.
I feel so special
When you hold me close"
This love I have for her
Would make me do anything
To protect her and keep her from harm.
I would give my life to save hers.
"Carry me home........
Saturday 17th October 2009 7:09 pm
It began as emotion,
More than you should bare.
It surfaced as tears.
Pure, fresh, and full of feeling.
It showed me your true self.
How can someone SO beautiful
Have so much pain inside?
It urges me to fold my arms
Around your graceful body,
Hold you close, and whisper
That all will soon be fine.
They say “experience the hurt,
To appreciate the pl...
Saturday 7th March 2009 8:49 am
He wanders so, here and there
Walking circles in the air
No direction in this path
He simply views the aftermath
And looks back over many years
Which gave him all those countless fears
And brought him now to when he stands
To see the void which he commands
The sorry shell which he’s become
Contains an endless vacuum
Drawing out his heart and soul
To leave him with a pointless goal
Saturday 28th February 2009 7:18 am
I am without, I am within.
I am the pleasure, I am the sin.
I am the sadness, I am the Joy
I am the man, and I am the boy.
I am the torch, I am the flame.
I am the truth, I am the blame.
I am the many, I am the one.
I am everything, I am none.
Monday 23rd February 2009 11:21 pm
Because of you
Eternal bliss seemed possible.
Thoughts of you
Helped me get through each day.
How can we be apart?
And yet, I wake each morning alone
Imagining you’re with me.
Nobody should feel this way.
Except I do.
Should it be like this?
Monday 9th February 2009 10:27 pm
Bathed in misty fire glow,
It slowly slips out of character
Before the end of the days performance
Cloaks of grey cloud hang
Like attendants in the wind
Waiting to gently spread their arms,
And signal that the evening
Is on it's way.
Bur first, the reddened artist
Peeks from between the dusty layers
And makes a final curtain call,
Warming to the smiles of the audience
Bathed in it's glory.
Thursday 5th February 2009 7:56 am
Out of sadness came a smile
You then asked me to stay a while
We talked, and laughed, and talked again
Our fingers touched, our hands, and then
It seemed as if we couldn't wait
There was no time to hesitate
For if we let the moment pass
It may well die, like Autumn grass
And fade away to nothingness
A memory........no more.......no less
Tuesday 3rd February 2009 6:13 pm