New Year's Day 2

Where should all the days go

If they slip by

as fast as this one?

The sun never shone so lazily

in its bed of blue

watching over

Dunes and sand --

the sun-bleached bones of mountains

accumulated in the hectic tide 

And should all my days

end in a tidal surge

on the briny surf

With seaweed at the ankles

and castles on the beach -

Let those castles be built high

Let them stand before

the endless tide

under the patient sun

Let there be

fantastical turrets

before all is washed away...

And the sun rushes off

to its liaison 

with the other side of the world.

A..J. Ponder 

Tuesday Poem. Can't see it

When the world is black

and the colours you can see

are behind your eyelids

Bright as

Neurons

Flashing in the night -

signalling

a Bright and

dark beginning.

Reach out your arms

and feel the solid world

beneath your fingertips -

Rough and

real 

Harsh in the soft

darkness -

Warm in the cold

night. 

A..J. Ponder 

I keep on promising that I'll have cheerful poems.  And maybe one day I will :)  Like last week's "to the sea" I'm missing one of the poets that stood out at the Tuesday hub, Harvey McQueen .  Anyway the Tuesday Poem hub is dedicated to him this week.  "Reading Janet Frame" at the Tuesday Poem hub.  And his blog  stoatspring, is well worth reading as a "live memoir" of his poetry and his struggle with illness.

To the Sea

 

To the Sea

Green Tears fall beneath the willow tree,

I lie beyond that veil of tears,

If you should look for me

The softest rain falls from above,

The river runs below,

Wherever it is running I will surely go

So look not to the cold hard earth,

The oceans they will hide me,

I will hold my true love's hand and she will walk beside me.

A..J. Ponder
With the death over the Christmas break of noteable Tuesday poet Harvey McQueen,  whose anthology "These I Have Loved," only came out this year.  I felt there needed to be something appropriate so I have posted the poem I wrote at the funeral of my Grandfather.  It seemed apposite.  Harvey's bravery in the face of serious illness, and ability to work through reminded me rather of my grandfather, and the watery theme also seemed appropriate.  


Best wishes for the new year everyone, and especially for all those who have lost loved ones over Christmas. 

A..J. Ponder - author page