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.

6 April 2011

Dear Mum and Dad

How are you both?
What’s it like being dead?
I expect you’ve grown
quite used to it by now.

I can’t believe it’s been
so long! I’m already older
than you were, Dad,
and hope to outlast Mum.

I think I turned out all right.
You might not agree.
But you see, in my opinion
you got some things wrong.

I did grow up to be a poet.
I’m glad I never married
the doctor or lawyer
you thought would suit me.

And I’m about to watch
a TV program that includes
‘sex scenes and coarse language’.
There’s nothing you can do.

(Day 3 - Your parents)


  1. Right on, crone sister. Loved it.
    "Nothing you can do about it!" So it is.


  2. love it!!~paul

  3. It seems to be striking a chord with people! :)

  4. cute,

    signed in to follow your blog,
    poem on.
    check us out, share,

    free style poems are welcome too.

  5. I appreciate the following, and I'm so sorry I won't be able to do much in response to your kind invitation. Our internet access is extremely limited so it's all I can do to keep up with present commitments. But I'll bear it in mind, and you never know. :)