'He who reigns within himself and rules his passions,
desires and fears is more than a king' John Milton
Transformation
Dear Andrew, Thank you
- all of you – the other evening,
for a pub of drinking men,
drunks and fat boys, teenagers:
all a father needs when out for a pint
with his wife and special son,
walking up cobbles and drinking down
lemonade, fosters, ice and a slice,
but it was dancing at the juke box
- retro rock – loud as a propeller
that got the locals up on the dance floor
- oh yes, and the Down’s boy
smiling like a sunrise
turning. With love. Sincerely yours,
Needs
In my head, again, - a picture of tomorrow;
subtle, endearing, scary
as if I’ll be attacked (the sky might just collapse);
- go tits up
in a workshop or the meeting, or a bus ride
or the traffic lights at red
engendering a little fear, a fluttering heart
and shortening of breath,
even though I’m sitting up in bed
the night before. My need’s not guts or bravery
but to stay aware, inspired as a baby,
walking steadfast and assured into a mess,
witnessing respect
and do my work - my best.
In my head, again, - a picture of tomorrow;
subtle, endearing, scary
as if I’ll be attacked (the sky might just collapse);
- go tits up
in a workshop or the meeting, or a bus ride
or the traffic lights at red
engendering a little fear, a fluttering heart
and shortening of breath,
even though I’m sitting up in bed
the night before. My need’s not guts or bravery
but to stay aware, inspired as a baby,
walking steadfast and assured into a mess,
witnessing respect
and do my work - my best.
beautiful
ReplyDeleteGreat poem ...God bless you and yours.
ReplyDeleteYour poem reminds of walk on a beach. optimistic,refreshing, and whimsically moving
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