Some Of My Poems

I changed to the Parallax Pro theme from StudioPress on my blog at No More Pencils, and I was looking at the way the categories are displayed and I noticed some poems I had written at various times, so I gathered them together on one page.

I don’t think there is very much that is idiomatic, save for ‘giving it some welly’ in the Higher Calling/em poem. For anyone not familiar with the phrase, it means to put effort and force into some action.

This first poem is an oddity even in my own life. To make sense of it, maybe you should read what I wrote in No More Pencils under the title ‘Wail’. I have had the article in draft since January 2013, and it was fifteen years before that that the events happened. The poem is still enigmatic because it relates to events that happened to me after the ‘wail’ – but I think it touches on things that are common to people and are understandable by all.

Sometime

Somewhere, sometime in life you have to be a fool for love
and bend for survival
or break standing up
or under the weight

Sometimes you have to – (have to?) bend forward
and touch your forehead on the cool stone
or the warm rock
or the face of God

Sometimes when you are bending
you will cry
not a big heaving sob of a cry
but a small, small cry
that will not disturb you
and you will feel the weight
slip from you
the weight of everything you carried

But you will keep the you of you
Maybe your eyes will be a little bit wider
more open it will seem
and the light will be brighter and lighter

Later, when you have not forgotten all this
but it will be at the back of your mind
not at the forefront
you will be at a memorial place
and you will split and wail
and you will stare at yourself while you wail
knowing that you are not crying
you are wailing, like a split rock
like a tree split apart

Red Macaw

Red macaw with pretty feathers
and eyes of blue or eyes of grey
and nose of clay and feet of feet.

How simple is the life of trees
and flying high and seeing these
mere mortals on the ground below
logging forests as they go.

A Higher Calling

When he started to recount
The tale of what he’d done
His disarming little laugh
That to me seemed bold and brash
Shook his shoulders and his belly
As he gave his laugh some welly
And apologised to all

For what he’d done was very naughty
But we were to give him credit
For the way he’d passed the ball
To some poor bugger without sense
To see to see it coming, if at all.

But he was motivated by
A calling higher than the sky
So we should forgive his little error
Should we not, and not ask why.

Bureaucracy

(Inspired by W. H. Davies’ poem ‘Leisure’)

What is this life if full of care
We are not allowed to stand and stare.

4 thoughts on “Some Of My Poems

  1. I read the post in nomorepencils. It touched my heart … deeply. I’ve often wondered how I’d be able to handle Yad Vashem, emotionally … I have not been to Israel [yet]. Or to visit places like Oświęcim. My husband visited Dachau in the early 60’s.

    Often I have a hard time with poetry, but I totally loved «Sometime». Wish I could write that way…

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