She rambles a bit when she's excited to see us.
We're brought up to speed with her goings on
In the home that was built around her
As fast as her walker will go, we scurry to the front room
Where bread is cooling on the rack, and her excitement brims
To regale us with the morning's itinerary
It's all done to bring us into her world; to make us a part of it.
It's how she holds us close, making sure we're there with her,
As she may not grasp enough to be there with us...
She doesn't hear so well anymore you see,
But she didn't hear that from us as we smile and nod intently;
Just happy to be there, to be a part of it all
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 2:33 PM UTC
Crowded streets, alive with a rhythm
That moves too fast for me.
I carefully weave through a town for the artists
Who need someone to be,
Into a quiet place;
A crowded mind, sustaining an echo chamber
Fit for our times.
Surrounded by a thousand decisions
I look back at a life
Up on a pedestal.*
Where I missed the signs in smiles and glances,
And hold out for those second chances
At the moments that I've missed;
Never lived.
* (I) Detach from the dream disrupting the rhythm
That makes you you, and me?
Lost in time;
Compulsively collecting the moments
That made me want to be
In this quiet place to read *
(Read) All the signs in smiles and glances;
I won't change the world discarding chances
To move on from when we lived,
But we'll live, we'll live, we'll live...
(I'll live)...through all the second-hand supposed answers
Composing poems in hopes of small advances
Towards the peace of mind I need
To find me again.
*Crowded streets, alive with a rhythm
That moves too fast for me.
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
.
Meet me for a pint after work.
Take me through the days, weeks, or months
We've neglected ourselves -
Overworked and inebriated respectively.
You've never been without a job -
But don't neglect a word.
Take utmost care through the moments
That define your time: The trials, troubles,
And metamorphic events which reframe
Your view of the world, or your relationship with it.
Tell me about the ones who make it easy.
We'll allow time for the detail.
Your moments constitute a vicarious roadmap;
A means to improve my world.
In return I can offer up a Dublin dinner:
The best advice I've never followed,
My sincere admiration,
And a proper pint of Guinness.
.
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 6:29 PM UTC
If she knows, she's keeping the secret of generations. When she leaves a room, it resonates for her until she returns.
A generosity of spirit unsurpassed and a one of a kind soul.
I'll miss her something serious.
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 3:03 AM UTC
.
My everything swelled
Until my fear grew legs
So to carry me from you
And your everything too
.
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 7:06 AM UTC
I've always known her on her own;
Bereaved by the man whose name I carry with me
Before I first carried it home, ******* on my thumb.
With no time for waiting on the day to catch up,
She's up and gone on tomorrow's adventure.
We've often run to her along the trail; To lose her again
As she paced up the Burren, or along a country lane in
Liscannor until met with a natural place to pause -
To fill her lungs with a wistful world,
Then to double back for the ones she loves.
I've always known her on her own, but never alone.
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 4:59 PM UTC
Ease yourself in up to your waist
And grit your teeth against the cold.
Take a slow step deeper with searching toes;
Learn to wade again against the tide.
I have always preferred the land;
To stand where I can see a horizon's
Distance and not risk being
Enveloped by it.
My risk was his wish underlined
By a body of work. He's away now from a life
Made up of **** ups, and break ups,
And love, and changing lives.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC
.
For
Once
Stand down
And guide me
Through this pantomime
Of old improvised distasters
Amalgamating in real time to create a start,
Or start to create another
End to cycle through
Next time 'round
With more
To
Lose
.
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 11:38 AM UTC
She never humoured anyone,
And she never made us small.
She gave our words more meaning
Than we dared and she thanked us;
Not with a word but with the understanding
That was her nature; Born in her
And given to us freely as she felt us worthy.
Another thing taken for granted,
Or to reflect on;
To learn.
She left long before
I flicked through her life in an album;
Before we cried and before I sang to her,
Or for her.
It's not clear anymore.
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 6:28 PM UTC
You are only lovely when I allow it:
When I let you out to trace the times
Your perfect puzzle-piece body
Sat home with mine;
Quiet hands on your chest
And on your stomach,
Breathing closer;
Holding tighter to muffle
The 'nails in skin'
Sort of **** that was
Held at a distance
You are only lovely when I allow it:
When I let you out to suffer the nights
You were left alone with my mood
You are only lovely when I allow it:
When I let you out to worry
As you hold together -
I sink into my crawl space
Pushing the rubble to the top
You are only lovely when I allow it:
When I let you out to relive and to relove
The way I should have
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 7:47 PM UTC