Have you been to the shore
To no mans land
In the early hours
On the wet grey sand
From the war of the soul
Have you staggered alone
Holding your guts
Shot through ribs, heart and lung
Every pump of your heart
Every rasping breath
A new stab of pain
One step closer to death
The loyal black hound
So soft and warm
Trots along at your heal
Rocks torn by the storm
Look down at the wounds
No soul could survive
One step off the cliff
A release from this life
Pebbles crash with each wave
Eroding to sand
Empty shells thrown up
Washed up mother land
A hare starts up
And turns to flee
And turns and turns
But it's hard to see
The hound takes chase
Over hill dale and drain
As swift as a bird
She's gone from her chain
The arrows torn out
Blood gulping and gasping
Flows out in torrents
Waves everlasting
But it trickles and slows
All energy spent
And the sun hits the rocks
And the tide it relents
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 1:53 PM UTC
Waves of grief have burst the walls
A tsunami of tears in Aughnish
A high tide has carried you to pastures new.
We will treasure your memory
Your warm wooly heart
Your delightful adorableness
That lit up the day
Good night God bless
Dear Beartlai .
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
Some life
We will link arms
And walk the paths of kew
The warm hand of the sun
On our backs
Some life
We will go in the palm house
And melt away the years
Among the Latin names
That ancient cyclad
Some life
We will touch the tall pine
Remember the pattern
And the strength
Some life
We will climb up
To worship the trees
And look across London
And turn and kiss
Some life
We will turn home
Multitudes of leaves
Dancing reels
On the path ahead
And falling joyfully
In our hair
Some other life
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC
Stealthy Predator
Waits to pounce when
I am eating grass
Small dagger chops into my heart
He left home
Should be on that yellow bus
That turns the corner
And makes me cry
When I'm off my guard.
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC
A long year ago
You handed her into His arms
He is the stony hill
She is the mist that hugs the ground
He is the silver birch
She is the wren
He is the dawn
She is the first pink cloud
He is the bright green grass
She is the rainbow
She is the sun on your back
The scent of a cottage rose
The bird's sweet song
She is in His arms.
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 2:24 PM UTC