Time Passes
I cannot believe that I let the first anniversary of this blog pass by. It went up on the 4th of July last year. So there, I’ve done it now, it’s officially noted. I have had great fun and pleasure in sharing these poems with you and getting your very encouraging feedback. Thank you all for that. It continues to sustain me and also challenge me.
It is now at the end of July and coming into the first of August, I am, as always, at this time of year very conscious of Aoife. It’s fourteen years now. So here is a piece that came to me in the past few weeks.
As usual, read, enjoy, share and let me know what you think.
Fourteen Years on and it still Hurts
On this quiet summer morning
sitting easily, coffee in hand
the feeling of her wells
from his toes, reaches his eyes
which moisten from behind
brings him to that distant place.
Her absence fills the room
he feels held in time past
wrapped in sorrow past
hurting in pain past.
This sharp burst
catches him by surprise
after all this time
Makes him aware
of the permanent ache
that lies beneath his skin.
Peter Clarke
21st July 2018
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