I’m sitting down to write a poem
Instead of tidying up
Or dusting off the mantelpiece
Or washing up my cups
Or ironing or vacuuming
Or looking for a job
Or moving all those papers
That have settled on the hob.
Its not really a poem
It’s a reason and excuse
because when it comes to housework
I’m just no bleedin’ use!
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 6:27 PM UTC
The summer sunshine, hot upon my face
Has faded now and everything is chill,
The once blue sky is all beset by clouds
The summer sun has set behind the hill,
And as the purple sunset spreads its cloak
The birds fall silent and the world is still.
Now in the velvet evening comes the thought
That life is fading too and steals away
The fire of youth, that like the Summer sun
Warmed all the earth and shone throughout the day,
Is turned to embers now and all its heat
Serves just to bake the ground and light the clay.
As night’s long shadows creep across the sky
The memory of noontide sun remains,
Of summer insects buzzing through the trees
That cast a welcome shade in country lanes,
And through my life I just remember sun
Forgetting dreary summers and their rains.
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 6:26 PM UTC
The winter wind howls loud outside
My draughty room is chill
But deep inside I’m warm as toast
For you are with me still.
The cold bare branch of winter taps
Upon my window pane,
Now when your love comes tapping too
My heart is wide again.
I tried to lock and bar the door
To keep cold winter out
But still it creeps in everywhere
And spreads its ice about.
I tried to lock and bar my heart
To keep the pain at bay,
But when your love comes creeping in
It melts the bars away.
So though my window’s firmly closed
My heart is open wide
And welcomes in your warmth and love
To my heart’s fireside.
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 11:47 AM UTC
How far away the warm sun seems
How distant now the dappled leafy shade,
The breezes rippling Summer hay
And sighing through the drowsy woodland glade.
Now winds are cold and full of rain
The lazy sun climbs slowly from his bed
And trees are stripped of Summer’s crown
Which flutters down to carpet earth instead.
The Summer’s glorious greenery
All lies in russet tatters on the ground
The bleak black branches scrape the sky
And wait for Winter’s cold and dreary round.
The smoke from bonfires struggles up
As fires barely manage to consume
The sodden offerings from lawns
Now scoured clear of leaves by rake and broom
The luscious green of Summer’s gone,
The red and gold and brown of Autumn too,
The black and white of Wintertime
Has still to come before the year is through.
But Winter cannot last for long
The days will soon be lengthening and then
The bright green buds on Winter boughs
Will signal Spring - and leafy trees again!
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 11:45 AM UTC
I watch your train departing
And, unbidden, to my eye
Come familiar tears of sadness –
I just want to stand and cry,
But I watch as it grows smaller
And then turn, with head bowed low.
I know that you’ll be back again
But how I hate it when you go.
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 11:19 AM UTC