The Time has Come . . .
I did signal a year ago that I would end my working life and then mainstream the enterprise I have been mooching around for all of these years. And so, today is the day. Clarke Consulting and Training Associates closes its doors finally, and space is made for the scribbling, stumbling, bumbling screech of pen across paper. In addition, the two years of Masters in Creative Writing is rapidly coming to an end. From January next, I will be a writer in training, in decline, in murmuring, in elderly practice.
I want to say míle buíochas to everyone with whom I have had the honour and pleasure to work with during my career as an organisational psychologist. It has been a real blast over the past twenty-eight years. A special thanks to my family who supported me back to university all those years ago; to Dr Raymond Cadwell who nurtured me into the profession and to work colleagues and associates down the years; a huge thanks to all my clients who placed their trust in me to deliver the work, and, even, or maybe especially to the ones who fired me before completion; to my friends both new and long term for their constant encouragement and companionship.
I am delighted to give myself over to being a companion to Margot, grandparenting and chauffeuring, and continuing to read, write and share a love of poetry. So keep looking out for this space. It will go on.
what is there to do now
boast a successful life
or
act younger more foolish
make a pretence of hip
to
stave off invisibility
end a project with a flourish
and
rummage around the space
begin a new endeavour
that
keeps on keeping on
start into the next box set
sit
stare out the window all day
when not reading the dailies
as
did dad those years before
begin purposeful walking
which
was mam’s post work occupation
until she couldn’t
so
what is there to do
as an endgame
Phil Lynch
11.11.2020 14:12
Congrats Peter. Suitably reflective for the occasion. Best wishes for the new career!
Marguerite colgan
11.11.2020 12:31
Love poem, Peter.
"Tomorrow to fresh woods and pastures new"
Triona Mc Morrow
11.11.2020 12:01
Good luck Peter with your new career as a full time writer!! Triona
Susie Wilson
11.11.2020 10:48
Love this Peter. Proper punch last line. And the pausing but flowing on syntax is wicked. Xx
Anne G
11.11.2020 08:44
Now, Walk, laugh, love, drink, eat savouring the extension of time. Life is living the little things, morning sunrise, a child’s interpretation, a dew filled web...enjoy the moment my friend
Pearl
11.11.2020 06:15
Hitting home. Scary at 5am, gladly forgotten with the sun rising to another beautiful day
Phyl Herbert
10.11.2020 22:24
Love the poem Peter. Bon Voyage to this new chapter. There is a world elsewhere as William said. There comes a time when a line has to be drawn and a big or small leap will be made. Enjoy the journey.
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
Hugs,
John.x
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.
And What About . . .
I have neglected this for far too long, and now it is time again. But what to write about, what poem to share? The world is packed with catastrophic possibilities. Such choices: dementia/genocide colluder or extreme narcissism in the White House; a hung parliament in the UK; the reunification of the USSR with a tyrannical megalomaniac at its head; the eradication of a race by a genocidal government in Gaza; the African continent reduced to bankruptcy and regression to male tribalism; in Ireland, even with an appalling electoral turnout the routing of the far right and Sinn Féin may offer some comfort except we face another FF/FG fiasco. Mother Nature rumbles on its rampage, raging against the human species’ abject destruction of the planet’s habitat. What the . . .
Being facetious right now is my only defence against absolute despair. So read, comment, pass it on, and send feedback.
City Walking and Cycling take 680,000
cars per day off the road
Irish Time Heading
More and more folk, cycling and walking, may
keep gases from greenhouses further at bay
This newspaper heading illustrates vividly
thousands of cyclists and walkers assiduously
stopping some cars on their journey
pushing them aside - making drivers quite surly
Mountains of metal - like scrapyards of sculpture
keep bicycle lanes quite safe - at this juncture
The new revolution is well underway
don’t get behind wheels - hear what they say:
Cars and their fumes play a very big part
the smell is quite phew don’t mention cow farts
Wear out your shoe leather walking
greet travellers with smiles while you’re talking
Force councils to make better spaces
to go out and about roaming those places
where vitamin D, and oxygen from trees
fill our lungs and our brains so we see
how to save us and this magical planet
except for some vicious old tyrants goddammit
Peter Clarke, 18th March 2024