I breathe,
feeling anger, fear and sadness, joy;
softly
I nourish
warmth
and passion
planting
the wholly unobvious
until, battered now,
I’m breath.
Words really matter. Blavatsky said 'the universe is never again the same for every word spoken!'. Reading and writing poems and poetry helps me concentrate on words, thoughts, feelings. My first son, Andrew, has Down's Syndrome and he allows me to see the world differently and that's a great source of inspiration - as are my sons Angus, Adam and wife Amelie...........words, poems, feelings ...........Love - of course!!!
I breathe,
feeling anger, fear and sadness, joy;
softly
I nourish
warmth
and passion
planting
the wholly unobvious
until, battered now,
I’m breath.
Music plays and we’re with friends,
drinking wine and drinking beer;
Andrew’s there, it’s not too late,
and mouths are jabbing me, me, me
when Andrew stiffens, widens eyes
hunting, hunting for a feel
of background music rising free
- he’s noticed, listen, noticing
some music that is soaring off
and both his feet are rising, rising:
floating in a pulse of sun
while you and I are thrashing, thrashing,
thrashing through the frost.
In a group, students decide
honesty’s a value;
that they would like to use their honour
and tell a welling truth
in single words, in flowing sound
and feel morality rise and fly,
sometimes missing sailing ears,
sometimes causing a new ‘aha’,
sometimes stabbing into a heart
and now, outside, insistent birds
flute their sweetness over Doppler cars
and the bitter, little, hark of a crow
but when words rise and start a truth:
how will they know? How do we ever know?
My son sits on the floor
so he won’t fall - or legs overshake -
keeping low for his own sake
reducing tension, so when fairy stories pour
and words flow excitedly,
he can play the action hero, fly
like Superman. He finds that classics are best,
more natural - Red Riding Hood amongst the trees
(where he’ll play the Woodman) the rest
of the cast played by anyone else nearby
who fill the lower parts, baddies
or witches, ugly sisters, Grandma.
Big Bad Wolf is his favourite part
and he grabs the role of Troll beneath the bridge
in Billy Goats Gruff; you merely do a smaller bit
of method acting, trip trapping;
all arranged so he can own
the Hero’s part, the one with most to give.
He’s Prince Charming in every show
declaiming a soliloquy so
there is no chance to oust him or argue
with his passion. He upstages every pig!
Full sized, he plays the hero, front of stage;
and goes for it - he plays the part that’s big.