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.)

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21 April 2011

You Pester My Mind

You pester my mind
more and more
old doom-sayer,
you in the hood.

What right do you have
to come in here
night after night,
giving me the old hurry-up?

‘Do it now!’ you say.
‘Get on with it!
Time waits for no man —
nor woman either.’

That may be so, but I
would like to smell
the roses, take a breath.
‘Breath runs out,’ you warn.

And it might be
my breath you mean,
but I think of his
and all the things undone

which he’d like to finish
before he goes, and I
could help complete
except that all my time

is spent on helping him
stay alive. How sweet
if both of us could live
till the end. We survive.

Day 19 - Someone that pesters your mind — good or bad


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