I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')


Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.)

They are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here.
Thank you for your comments. I read and appreciate them all, and reply here to specific points that seem to need it — or as I have the leisure. Otherwise I reciprocate by reading and commenting on your posts as much as possible.

18 April 2011

Dear Beth

I’m afraid to phone!
It’s been so long.
What if you’ve moved,
what if you’re dead?
What if you’ve got dementia

and don’t remember me?
What if you’re annoyed
that I haven’t been in touch?

Perhaps I’ll leave it ... but
I long to hear your voice.



Day 14 - Someone you've drifted away from

4 comments:

  1. What if she'll die next week and doing it now will be in the nick of time?

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  2. Oh Pearl, what a thought! And a good one, at that.

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  3. I love reading your poetry. It gives me something to look forward to. I have missed my literary delights since finishing my lit class ay uni. More please!

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  4. Oh Ainslie, how delightful to be told that! Thank you.

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