Last Words

Epilogue

Expectations shattered by an experience

Finding myself seduced by stanzas that threaten to

Tear me away from my first love.

Shocked, that the creative void in my soul

Usually flooded with sweet sounds and blue notes

Is instead being filled with similes, metaphor and imagery.

No longer so distant

The seemingly pointless exaltations and incomprehensible stream

Of words from an ancient tower of Babel, or some other age which I care less for,

Have disappeared.

Replaced by topical tales of our own time

And deep descriptions of emotions and experiences that resonate.

Feelings that were only rarely brought on by the so called ‘classics’

Funny how inert words on a page can come alive and speak to you

Now a craft to be honed, rather than a whim to pass the time

To think that a class described as cake

Could help one cake

When trying to bake something to last beyond a regular sell-by-date

End of class date, or graduation date.

The effect of an afterthought that helped me

Express a romantic thought

Final verse

A sayonara stanza,

To an experience that shattered expectations

I hope it lingers

So when I am chilling in a stylish bar,

I can feel inspired

And write some stylish bars.

​A Letter to the Women of the AUC: From a Sailor to a Siren

I wonder if things are twisted

Whether the blessings that suddenly stuck me so surely

When I laid my eyes upon your visage those years ago

Have been irrevocably injured beyond repair,

Callously covered in cuts and insidiously suffocated

By the very atmosphere that breathed life into our meeting.

To say what has already been said

That if looks could kill, I would long have returned to ashes,

Your smoldering eyes burning through me, set in sweet mahogany.

But Lionel and the gang said you were built like a brick house

And while Martin’s house stands in the distance, I would have to agree.

Yet casting off false idols, I see your humanity

For idolatry is the furthest thing from understanding

Your faults, your fears

Your idiosyncrasies, your imperfections

Your capacity for cruelty.

And yet in spite of this,

You are loved

A friend

A lover

Maybe… just maybe

We should leave this place.

Lioness of Judah

Wrote this one for my Mum. Assignment was to write a poem about someone who inspires you. My Mum is a G :-)

Indomitable

Your spirit that refuses to be bought or sold

Passionately pushes to overcome the trials and tribulations you face

Yet refuses to bend to anyone’s will

Not even the titan I call father

Immeasurable

The debt I owe to thee

For nurturing me and pushing me beyond the restraints

That would shackle and imprison me

Both mentally and physically

Untouchable

The ability you have to inspire and lift me

From the depths of depression and despair that grips me

And help me realize my potential to make my dreams

Reality and taste sweet victory over my limitations

Unflinching

The undeniable fact that you don’t pause to think

Before throwing yourself into battle on my behalf

That you have and will sacrifice anything and everything

For me. That no matter how much I strive for it

I will never be able to repay you.