Wind chimes swaying in a gentle spring breeze, birds twittering in the trees. The scent of roses fills the air, the sound of lawn mowers a distant purr. Smell of hay warm and sweet, I long to feel it under my feet. but other people cut the grass, their garden gates I may not pass.
Young lady older man, is there love or a cunning plan? Middle aged man with younger girl, does love exist in this world? What thoughts pass through your heads, as you lie entwined in your bed? Girl are you there or far away? What holds you, makes you stay?
“Oh my darling man why worry? enjoy me while you can. Life is short, I am sweet. Give in to lust then let us sleep”.
Birds singing bringing to mind you, their song tearing my heart in two. Birdsong expressing what I can not express, my inadequate thoughts on life and death. Unaware of their own mortality, birds sing wild and free.
Yesterday I discovered a new poetry blog which I recommend http://emilyspoetryblog.com/. The blogger quotes poems and goes on to provide her own analysis. I thoroughly enjoyed reading Emily Bronte’s The Night Wind and W H Auden’s Time Will Say nothing.
Kevin
Purveyor of fantasies and lust without love you stand. Lonely men are tempted to forget themselves becoming lost in your barren land. Frantic couplings attempting to numb the pain, after lust the void returns again. Emptiness calls to emptiness, pain without end, no broken hearts in your arms can thee mend.
I am not a huge fan of Dylan Thomas. I do, however love his poem Do Not Go Gentle and I was pleased to come across the poet reading his own poem on Youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g2cgcx-GJTQ&feature=em-subs_digest-vrecs.
Asian girl, like some beautiful caged bird, enmeshed in your mother’s world. Your voice never heard, beautiful Asian girl. Caught between two worlds, beautiful Asian girl. No veil covers your long black hair, beautiful Asian girl. Part of the west but constrained by a faith from another land, entangled in a religion which you only dimly understand. Are you happy in this world oh beautiful Asian girl?
A wonderful reading of Philip Larkin’s poem Aubade http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RTSMH36tIQc
“Hello” you would say bouncing on your big bed excitedly. I still sense your presence in this room now quiet save for the rumble of distant traffic. Your toys are mainly packed up and gone now, sent to your new home with your mum but your presence remains.
I miss you, I miss our walks in the park recalling the two of us together walking in the rain. The rain fell as my tears do now. You are not here but your presence remains.
K Morris - Poet 