Poetry Blog by John E Marks (2014)
Nicola Beckett on These empty streets (Mon, 25 Jan 2021 03:19 am)
summer rains' quiet incantation, the animals come and go,
in the far-distant hills, the snow melts as the river flows;
time is a demon
the animals know.
It’s looking for you, y'know:
...in the abdomen – demon go
Tuesday 24th June 2014 10:41 pm
squabbling, fighting, reeling words
sore with myself.
so sore with myself
a world of regret,
this absence of you
O! I wish I could turn words into wishes.
O! I wish my days would fall into line
my eyes rise for you
without the slightest disguise
this evening is so heavy, the rain has been & gone,
these days’ and...
Sunday 25th May 2014 12:22 am
The wind beside the window
The soul beside my chair
The what that’s here and everywhere
A friend you trust implicitly
A lover you just like
A reckoning, that’s obvious,
A memory that’s falsified
A woman here today
A feeling that’s believable,
The never-ending circle
The beginning in the end
The man who you on...
Saturday 10th May 2014 11:40 pm
It was the model spitfire in your front room window
That separated you from that tribe,
We call ‘the old’.
I saw you sometimes at the shops, your movements slow, deliberate,
Arthritic, I thought, I was wrong.
You carried a basket, the old-fashioned clumpy kind.
And you were always looking behind you. I thought it was the traffic
You feared, but it was the Messerschmit ME 262 ...
Tuesday 4th February 2014 12:55 pm