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A Different Thread

Published January 18th, 2007

Lives, like speeding cars, rushing past, Everything I love, falling away,  Like scenery through the window Into a chasm of half remembered dreams  So much loss! To be a hero  Just one chance to prove I was worthwhile But it rushed past too quickly to be seized  And it became a taunt haunting me forever To survive, living, caring, working  [...]

Your Hands

Published January 18th, 2007

Your hand in mine Makes me feel whole  Encourages me To continue  Just a little longer – Until the next time  You hold me 

Voided Creativity

Published January 18th, 2007

Somewhere In the thorny morass Of my troubled childhood  the proboscis of creativity was inserted only half way into my brain  by a loving God bestowing on me an incomplete talent  For the arts – The fundamental need to be creative  Mixed with an inadequate aptitude Or an adequate ineptitude  For creating works of art That others find  Irresistible, compelling and [...]

The Words

Published January 18th, 2007

 I stare at the words That have stolen My son’s future I want to forget The damage I have caused But he lives with me Every day is an aching reminder Of my culpability  I kiss and hug him And snuggle him close to my heart Breathing in The sweet smell Of his little boy’s [...]

The Template of My Life

Published January 18th, 2007

Even though the sand was littered with pumice stone And the waves too small  and sparse for the serious wave riders to aggravate you still strode purposefully out across the sand  The surfboard you held under one arm was almost bigger than you were  Perhaps to you the waves were like an adversary, Something to be conquered –  A [...]

The Shaper

Published January 18th, 2007

I watched you yesterday Helping the kids  Shape their surfboards Your eyes sparkled  With their requited love Your hands were  Sheathed in dust I remember speculating  About those hands When I first met you  Trying to decide Whether they were  Good hands Or not  If they would bring me Pleasure or pain  They proved to be loving Dependable hands  The hands of a hero Hands [...]

The Photograph

Published January 18th, 2007

“What a lovely photograph”, I say “Oh! she’s at University studying medicine?”  “Wow – and this one’s got a job that pays how well?” “You must be very proud”, I say And my son? “Yes he’s doing well” – and back away from that parlay Not from shame for my boy but from grief for [...]

The Mutilation of the Innocent

Published January 18th, 2007

The child’s eyes reflect the firelight,  Liquid eyes mirror the dancing flames. She stares trancelike no longer thinking.  The windows of her soul closed By the very act of seeing  She parries against thoughts which are drifting Inexorably towards the door in her mind  Craving to be let out, dusted off – Inspected  She reaches out for the flame, Holding [...]

The Lonely Child

Published January 18th, 2007

  A tear slowly slides down a small cheek  Pauses for a moment  Then, urged from behind continues its journey  The child shuffles her feet as a tear  Falls softly to the ground  The face on which it has traveled  Remains calm – eyes bright, pleading  Willing the onlooker to care  But no one does  [...]

The Other Kids

Published January 18th, 2007

They fight and play, exhuming fun from the back yard.   Finding in one mouth something that would have been better off left alone to die naturally.  ‘Time for rest’ I say.  They run away.  I stalk them ….smiling.  They like this game.   Surrounding me – I can almost hear them chuckling.  They lie in [...]

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