Life has taken me away from my blog for a while but today I'm making a comeback. The main idea behind this blog is to share stories from my past and in so doing describe the rather ordinary life of an average guy in his mid-forties.
I've written about my childhood as a science geek, my love of frogs and Jacques Cousteau, no pun intended. I've told you about my first book, grannies and great aunts, heroes, trips to china and young love.
Now I'm going to share a secret with you, something that only a handful of people know. I'm kicking open the closet door and coming out.....as an aspiring poet, that is.
I've written poetry on and off all of my life, I'm not saying that I'm any good at it only that every now and then the urge overwhelms me and I have to write. More poetasters than poems I'm not trying to be Keats, I'm just trying.
Here's a small sample of what I've written; be kind.
THE COLD BLUE SEA
I walked alone by the cold blue sea
and I thought of you, and I thought of me
and I wondered if we'd ever be
together again by the cold blue sea.
TAY-BERRY DAYS
Long, subtle, dark bloody red
Sweet undertones that go to your head.
The scent of summer, light in the air
and the taste of days spent without care.
But ah, how cold blue winter comes, silently creeping
while killing the summer, birds fly away.
Broken hearts alone, remain for the weeping
at the unpicked Tay-berries left to decay.
Remember summer's ripe sweetness, it's tender embrace.
Preserve it to memory, till winter is gone.
Think of friendships, laughter, the sun on your face
and the smell of life, like a fresh green cut lawn.
Yellow first then green, through winter grey new life is seen.
The fruits that fell, stained the ground red
Blood full of life and the Tay-berry not dead.
OYSTERCATCHER
The beach today, seems full of random senseless death.
An oystercatcher, lays with breastbone bared, by crows
it's pungent end, sickly sweet, taints my every breath
as I, reflected in his eye, look out on one of life's sideshows.
Dogs bark, couples stroll while children run and leap.
A metal detector comes toward me, it's wearer smiles
the dead bird bizarrely scanned, refuses to beep
And the metal detector moves on, it's wearer, like the oystercatcher, one of life's exiles.
An ocean full of doomed jellyfish now invade the beach.
Upturned bodies, baking in warm June sunlight
with salvation calling to them, just, but out of reach
they lay in silence, oblivious to their plight.
While graceful waves carry silver sunlight, dancing, to the shore
and crashing then has cause to roar, at beauty lost forever.
A fragile fleeting moment that exists no more
Like loves and lives that's lost, reruns happen never.
