Tag: Death Poems
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When You Were
When you were here I did not hear you I did not listen to you You were just you – When you were gone I could not miss you I could not think of you You were past you – When you were dead I could not look at you I did not want to…
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Sunlight Through Petals
The garden at dawn, early morning outside space. Sunlight shines through petals. Mere purple turns to violet, white shines brighter; the light illuminates the tight spun-sugar wires of webs linking leaf to stem, bud to branch. It is too early for the human stain. Ants crawl by my feet, just as busy and aimless. Birds…
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This Old Man
This old man, he played on until all his mind had gone. With a tip-tap, slip-slap, where’s the dog and bone, send him to the old folks home. In her pearls, his old girl watched him as he lost this world. With a tip-tap, slip-slap, on the dog and bone, asking for some care at…
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The Sickening
Closer comes the sickening, the withering, the reckoning. Closer, now, and closer still. It always has, and always will, be there for you, to scare for you and bare for you your bones. A pox is on the world today, perhaps a curse, as some would say. No, no, it’s just a new disease that…
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I Almost Understand
Standing on a footbridge. The ring road below it, traffic from out of town streaming along the dual carriageway from somewhere to somewhere else. In the pointless morning, cars crawl slowly or stop beneath the bridge, the rush hour standstill. People see me standing there, alone. They look up and wonder why I’m there. When…
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The End Of The Line
A short story from my Medium account. Pop over and have a look. The End Of The Line
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Final Thought
Final Thought I sometimes worry In the small hours of the night Is this my last thought?
Writing Me Up 