After lockdown we want safety and freedom—a poem
We did our duty. We did our best. / We played for our team
of 5 million and now / it’s our turn. Safety and freedom: / this is our reasonable request / our bidding, our behest.
We did our duty. We did our best. / We played for our team
of 5 million and now / it’s our turn. Safety and freedom: / this is our reasonable request / our bidding, our behest.
This is the story of you, as you are now
or as you will be one day: unyoung.
It looks like the story of me
as I tackle the shock of being old right now
Hey, I write poems, you know. (Maybe you write poems too.) Somewhere a poet is cleaning a bathroom. Somewhere a cleaner is writing a poem. If you like this blog for any reason at all, you may well enjoy the poems on my other blog, Poems in the wild. I adore having this outlet for poems […]
Continue readingI am forever amazed at the barrage of self-help material urging us to aim for the top, follow our dreams, and especially to be better than everyone else. Just a minute: how can everyone be the best? I figured out the maths around 1972, when New Zealand’s favourite poet, Sam Hunt, told me that female poets (unlike male poets) […]
Continue readingI’ve just published a collection of poems highly relevant to the you if you are embarking on your bonus years. Our senior years, you might say. Our old age, you might even dare to say. The poems are easy and mostly short and mostly fun. I hope you enjoy them! Senior poems: Kindle format and mighty cheap
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