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


Tom McLoughlin

30.07.2018 23:55

Lovely words Peter. It is true, I guess, that you never really forget your own family

Catherine D

30.07.2018 16:56

That is really beautiful. Your sadness and your love for Aoife is palatable.

Leo S

30.07.2018 11:35

Ah Peter.
Touching pain.
I have no words that aren't trite
no wisdom even half-right.
Gone and not-gone, no contradiction there,
love knows that.

Brid Brophy

30.07.2018 08:18

Beautifully written Peter. So emotional

Brian Conway

30.07.2018 05:08

Eileen and I are so moved by the power of your words.It is hard to believe fourteen years have now passed

Jack Abell

30.07.2018 01:38

Thank you Peter for sharing your pain so beautifully written.


29.07.2018 11:38

I know her so well and still miss her. Thanks for this Peter.


29.07.2018 10:19

Thanks Peter. The poignancy and the pain captured in a beautiful way. Best wishes.

Marguerite colgan

29.07.2018 07:31

16 short lines and the page is full , her presence, though it is her absence. His feelings toe to eye and a tear-burst. Thank you for inviting us in this summer morning of rain-tears.

Margaret D

28.07.2018 21:30

Absolutely beautiful PETER. I can feel the pain. She was beautiful and a lovely person and what a huge loss. She left her mark.

Rosy Wilson

28.07.2018 20:09

Very moving and so well composed. I loved it when you sent it to me. Thanks

Latest comments

25.11 | 22:15

Grief is experience through the mundane. Simple but powerful. The accompanying image really compliments the poem.

07.11 | 11:14

Hi Peter,

A great observation! Social media can be a scary place... I also need to reduce my time there



06.11 | 16:24

A great one, Peter, in the context you describe. I don't read social media myself, I doubt my equilibrium could stand it. 'The balance of his mind disturbed' yes, I think it would be.

06.11 | 15:59

Yes, gossip is a weapon of mass destruction.

In my business as well as personal life I have zero tolerance.

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