Poetry Blog by Just jo
Kate G on By Lily (Tue, 26 Feb 2019 10:06 am)
on By Lily (Tue, 26 Feb 2019 10:02 am)
on Evergreen (Mon, 25 Feb 2019 01:36 pm)
This was not written by me but by my daughter when she was about 12. It is about her grandmother who had cancer and had gradually lost her ability to recognise anyone or remember things. I haven't missed out the last word - that's how she ended it. I carry it in my purse and it still makes me cry.
Remember the days w...
Monday 25th February 2019 5:37 pm
Standing by the bed you have grown old
Skin creased with sleep, a face sown with a lifetime of laughter and anxiety
Your beard is white as the May, more white than grey
Lichen brows shield your eyes.
We are old my love, sagacity and incapacity fruit equally on our bows
You absorb this truth slowly, like soft rain misting the dawn
Standing accused not of rage or youthful re...
Monday 25th February 2019 12:56 pm
To those whose love is friendship
And those whose love is endless
To those with just a memory of love that passed before
To the lovers, to the flirty
To the secret, dark and dirty
The romantics cooking dinner, with roses by the score
To those waiting for a true love
Those embarking on a new love
And those whose love is something that is tricky to define
To those holding on with tough lo...
Tuesday 12th February 2019 4:15 pm
Wakeful and waiting
Feeling of dread
It’s not in my head
Fearing and hating keep alternating.
There is a monster under my bed.
First, I deny it
This cannot be
Next, I decry it
Surely, not me
Then I defy it, get angry whereby it
Shifts and I cower, tremble and plead
Is breaking my mind
No hope there to...
Tuesday 12th February 2019 1:49 pm
Eyes locked, forehead on forehead, softly still.
Interwoven breaths fill each other, inhaling exhalation
The taste of the smell of the sweat of another.
With an embrace this could be love, a tilt of the chin, a slow smile, a kiss.
But your fists are at your side, and so are his.
Tuesday 12th February 2019 1:48 pm