Meantime… I carry pain carefully Like a broken egg in both hands I offer You all the bits. Then Tired arms fall (I’m not sure if you could use it anyway…) and the pain has drained through my pen… Meantime…
Author: Carl Emerson
Autumn
Twilight paths move among the brown and green of is and been Many last light flight is neither heard nor seen Darkness folds it’s soft close o’er tree and stream and I Am in-between.
Fathers Day
A few weeks ago I posted a Poem ‘Reinga’ dedicated to my daughter Sarah. Now this morning – Sarah has given me a poem she wrote for me on Fathers Day so I thought to share it here… Thanks for reading… FATHERS DAY Dead weight fingers breaking their fall on too large piano keys…
Reinga
REINGA Brave light in a foul wind Squinting in the mist, signposts everywhere Voices of the land, sea and sky Echo in the birds cry. Some deep and ancient but not for me. Some violent ugly and black – attack. Some of a strange peace from a foreign land. All from Reinga –…