Powerful piece….. Few people really know who they are…
Nice lines……”Life is like a picture, Distorted by illusion”
This brings back pleasant memories to me
The unremitting loneliness of cities
When I was younger and my granddad’s
hand still fit snug
in mine,
I learnt that birds
fly south for the winter.
“That’s ridiculous,”
I said.
“How do they find each other
again when they get
home?”
He looked at me then,
tore his eyes away
from the ocean –
I thought it stretched on forever –
and told me;
“Someone wise once said
that home is where
the heart
is,
and I suppose
that if they stay together
then they can’t get
far lost.”
I didn’t understand; home
was blackberries and
tea and the smell
of Sunday dinner
on Tuesday;
but later that night
as I walked
by the sea, I
saw footprints –
the sand was scarred
and etched with curling toes
and heels.
Two sets intertwined, and I
felt warm, as though
my mother had wrapped me in blankets
and set me
on her knee,
and I…
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one rarely sees works like this…. Impressive
How are you, Mrs McVittie?
How are you and yours?
The girls they must be twenty now?
A pair of filthy whoors.
How are you, Mrs McVittie?
Is your Bertie still all right?
I’m concerned about his knuckles
Since the checkpoint, Friday night.
How are you, Mrs McVittie?
Will young Jimmy be home soon?
Eighteen months seems very harsh
For two revolvers in his room.
How are you, Mrs McVittie?
Did you get the roof replaced?
It’s a pity that your seven flags
Were Provisionally displaced.
How are you, Mrs McVittie?
Sure the news is always sad.
Don’t you hanker for the times before
When only dreams were bad?
How are you, Mr McVittie?
Do you like my little verse?
Did I see a woman looks like you
Spitting on the hearse?
What’s that you say, Mrs McVittie?
Is my mother back to health?
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inspirational stuff