Sad Anniversary; War Isn’t Over

Can you believe it’s the thirtieth anniversary of John Lennon’s death?  It was one of those moments you remember where you were when you heard it. 

I heard it on the radio before school; probably on Terry Wogan because my Mum liked him.  I met a friend on the way to school and it was all we talked about; he was a massive Beatles fan.  We were having a bad winter and the snow was the thickest I’ve seen it until January just gone.

Where were you when you heard the news?

We Love Senryu

The prompt for We Write Poems this week was various kinds of love.  I didn’t write all of these senryu in response to that prompt, but it’s my favourite form (you might say I love it) and I have enough about love that I can share with you.  There’s also a short poem I wrote as a teenager in love on my South Africa – A Love/Hate Story blog.

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Talking Point

My son discovered
he loves Shakespeare: now we have
something in common.

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Christmas Eve With Dad

He lived and loved, laughed,
then sighed.  He held my hand.  He
held my hand.  He died.

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A Note For My Mum

An old woman passes me,
smelling of fags and
booze.  I grieve, for she’s not you.

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Friendship

Geese guard a stricken
comrade until it dies or
flies again – how neece.

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Adult Yearner

Married man longs for
someone. It can never be.
She is his wishtress.

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Unconditional Love

I expected to
feel it for my children, but
not for my pet dogs.

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Empty Nest

Forlorn housewife. Heart
heavy like wet washing on
the line. Mothers’ fate.

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Not-So-Modern Marriage 

Selfish man: your wife
will fetch carry clean feed love
you: stupid woman.

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Two Beautiful Things 

A bloody baby
and his brother, screaming their
way into my heart.

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