Sunday, 12 February 2017

Song Of Life...



When

The ground

No longer dances

To the rhythm

Of our tread

When

Our song of life

No longer

Fills the air

When

By man's hand

We are pushed

Into extinction

Will

The absence

Of our music

Bring despair.



Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Saturday, 11 February 2017

Everything...



You

Who have

Everything

Would give me

Little

Yet I

Who have little

Would give you

Everything



Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Saturday, 4 February 2017

Shadow Dancing...




Our bones may creak

Our skin may sag

But we can leave 

Old age behind

If we dare to step

Beyond the flesh

Onto the dance floor

Of the mind!




Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Monday, 30 January 2017

Happiness...



Happiness cracked my ribs

And gave me wrinkles

My laughter lines

Are deeper than an Arctic crack

I have to wear a corset

Since my sides split

And I've been in stitches

More times

Than a needlepoint plaque!

Yes, happiness has caught me

Creased up and crying

Doubled over

And rolling in the aisles

I've bust a gut, cracked up

Thought I was dying

When I got lock jaw

Through an overzealous smile!

Happiness has left me

Panting madly

Struggling to find a breath

In a great guffaw

But more than that

It's made me feel quite shameful

When a chuckling chortle's caused me

To wet my drawers!

All in all

You're welcome to your merriment

But in my case

It's just not working out

The risk assessment's proven

Joy's too damaging

So, I'll medicate on misery

Through a pout.




Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Sunday, 29 January 2017

Let My Tears Flow...





Let my tears flow

That they should carry

The unrelenting ache

Of my broken heart

Back to a place

Where once

You and I

Held the other close

And would never be parted.



Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Sunday, 22 January 2017

Colours...



All is not lost

Have ye more faith

The light may dim

And in shadow bathe

Still, in the darkness


Should you gaze


You'll catch the colours


Dancing in the shade





Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Saturday, 21 January 2017

The Yoke...



A yoke of worry

Presses against my shoulders

As burdensome a weight

As sea soaked sand

Each grain a vessel

Bloated with my troubles

Each step I take

Pulling me closer

Towards the ground

And should I fall

I fear I will not rise again

Solely for the lack

Of a helping hand

Yet were it offered

I doubt that I would take it

What use the gesture

If not the care to understand

Perhaps

If I surrender tthe pressure

Of the weighted sandbags

Swollen with my woes

And allow the gritty contents

To consume me

I would find release

Within death's throes

Or better I should stand

Against such hardship

Refusing to succumb to my life's trials

And free myself of all

That would devour me

By removing sorrows

One grain at a time.



Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard