Today was a bit of a strange day. I have had a poem coming with it all day and am not quite sure if it is quite finished (in fact, pretty sure it may become a sonnet). Anyway, here was my effort for day two: something for a neighbour of mine.
Neighbour for Malc
The words came hard today, my friend, you left
so many here behind to mark your pass
Always, too soon. Two hundred prayer booked hands
is no mean feat- I trust you found your God.
Saturday was a good day to sunbathe
I could have kicked ball after ball over
To share one more crafty fag behind the fence-
a sentimental, picture frame moment.
A birthday party, apt, I saw you last
an anecdote shared and a pint of beer
you made me laugh, said, 'See you love' and left.
Don't worry mate, the world knows you were here.
1 comment:
Beautiful and moving - felt myself tearing up as I reached the end.
You should definitely not give up on this poem.
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