Sadness

This is the final two stanzas or a poem by Warsan Shire. The poem is called What They Did Yesterday Afternoon. Or in this case, yesterday evening….. later that night i held an atlas in my lap ran my fingers across the whole world and whispered where does it hurt? it answered everywhere everywhere everywhere.

Grateful for those who provide the words…

Good Friday is not supposed to be an easy day – and it’s not. I don’t know what to do with it, or how to make sense of it. But I am grateful for those whose poetic skills give shape to the chaos. And so two sections of poems. First ll39-56 of The Dream of… Continue reading Grateful for those who provide the words…

Poetry that I love….

It’s been a while since I indulged myself with a poem….so here is another favourite. Gerard Manley Hopkins; Kingfishers catch fire. I am particularly comforted by the images in the second stanza. As king fishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; As tumbled over rim in roundy wells Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each… Continue reading Poetry that I love….

Possibly the only time I will quote Kierkegaard!

Been a bit quiet in my corner of the blogosphere recently….not that there has been nothing happening. Quite the opposite, in fact. Some of it’s been tough, most of it has been just great. But all of it has been rather frantic. And that has meant no time to sit and write about any of… Continue reading Possibly the only time I will quote Kierkegaard!