Category: Twitter Poems

The politician said wisely
a human life
taken with a baseball bat,
bullet or bomb
is a crime;
a human life
taken with a termination,
procedure or abortion
well, that’s another story.

The high tide is clear to the white shells
on the seabed, it covers the knees
of grandfather and child who
spend an hour or two splashing
water and chasing seagulls.

She faces at her finite days
with calm authority
and looks just a little way ahead;
each day is a treasure, she says,
I shall spend each deliberately well.

All in the band,
everyone in the room,
trading bass for drums
and mandolin for guitar,
voices, calling out one another,
speaking a language
that never graced my lips.

These words a reminder
that we should not kill each other,
that we should not kill our brothers
and sisters nor our babies or our young men;
that we should not convene the story
to reflect the lie of our own truth.

In the presence of the strong hill hovering
over my shoulder I am reminded of the size
of everything and the way of the wave on the shore.

I saw her all those years ago
beside the rolling shore,
I came to take her to the edge
to see the islands that I saw
crouching in the setting sun
on horizon’s lonesome moor.

This whisky
all the thirst I know,
heavy it weighs
on my eyelids,
they close to a weary,
welcome sleep.

We are all here,
everyone of us –
all different
all the same
all together.

He sings with a sure voice
that he is unsure of;
he can believe in other voices
but not always in his own.