Life in Poetry
Jul. 25, 2022
If she still walked on planet Earthwould she still flibertigibbet along and would she be out there in middle agewith banners and flags and argumentsand would her children be like whirlwindsas she was flying about the placeall bright and shouty and moodybringing our current brood outand leading them into all kinds of divillment and wreaking havocand who would have sired themthat big Latin-European boy maybeand to where in the world would we have chased to be with themearly morning half sleep memorywhips up a whirlwind of panicas if it were just yesterdaywe first learned of her going
Gorgeous Peter. When I read this it is truly like yesterday. Tears flowing here in Canada. The artwork is amazing.
Lovely evocative piece Peter complete with a 'reality punch'.
What a wonderful evocation of times past and present and the might have been. Truely you have captured the spirit of Aoife😀
25.11 | 22:15
Grief is experience through the mundane. Simple but powerful. The accompanying image really compliments the poem.
07.11 | 11:14
A great observation! Social media can be a scary place... I also need to reduce my time there
06.11 | 16:24
A great one, Peter, in the context you describe. I don't read social media myself, I doubt my equilibrium could stand it. 'The balance of his mind disturbed' yes, I think it would be.
06.11 | 15:59
Yes, gossip is a weapon of mass destruction.
In my business as well as personal life I have zero tolerance.
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