Saturday, 15 December 2012

To my sons

I fear I did not give
enough attention, time,
and, when I look death in the face,
will my dreamed-of God forgive
a working father’s crime
not far beyond our last embrace?

Wednesday, 12 December 2012

For Emily Dickinson

I will not tally letters up
- or dots, apostrophes,
or add the words typed on a sheet
of prancing poetry.

Instead, I want to simply take
a feeling of the whole
enwrapped in music, rhythms – breaks -
and resonate a soul.