The roof of my house is red.
The blood that gives me life, is red.
My favourite t-shirt is faded – red.
When I close my eyes, I see red.
The past is rusty, and red.
The fire that keeps me warm, is red
She is my life –
She is red.
warm, tender and shared
this life is forgotten here
until our release.
(For my Cytogeneticist friends, and for everybody who can love beyond obstacles)
It’s always there,
Just below the surface
Of every conversation we have.
Whose fault is it?
Why do we keep losing
The child we so desire?
So as we wait,
Holding hands and praying,
In the pathology collection centre –
We are connected,
By this murmur –
This constant worry.
Will it be my fault?
What if it’s not my fault? –
Will it make a difference?
Will you still love me?
Will I still love you?
Is it worth continuing?
So as these thoughts
Murmur between us,
As if connected by more than just our hands –
We gently squeeze
‘I love you’.
(Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe’s poem ‘The Raven’)
Shall my lips again be parted
And from my depths that name
Since she left me tired and broken
With a mind that’s weak and darken’d
And beyond the will to utter.
Yet, as visions begin to stutter
From my lips it slips –
Silence is the sound I’m seeking
From a mind that always thinking,
And a heart that stays a flutter.
Yet as my soul descends I mutter,
While myself I keep berating
Impossibly my voice keeps grating
Just one word, my love-
Peace No More!
To see a bright and vivid sunset
without my thoughts again beset –
Of the times together shared
When I often thought and dared
To join our lives – to be as one,
But then happiness became undone, and
Pointless life persists, without –
Let this life that’s lone and saddened
Terminate the grief that’s maddened.
By drawing breath and just once more
Screaming at the heavens, I’ll implore –
Banish breath from this ashen heart
And have for me a brand new life to start.
A chance to whisper once again –