Poems

On our first wedding anniversary ("Paper"), a close friend (no longer quite so close, but still dear) gave us one of those blank books that you can get at paper shops - but she had stuck in the first few pages copies of some of the poems that meant a lot to her. This is one of the few anniversary presents from anybody that I can still remember (okay, we don't often get anniversary presents, so the field is small, but it still means a lot) - and it was one of the reasons that my appreciation for poetry increased.

Anyway, I'll try and post some of the poems. They still mean as much to me as they did then (which being translated means: I end up reading them through a film of tears.)

Sometimes

Sometimes things don't go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don't fail,
sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.

A people sometimes will step back from war;
elect an honest man; decide they care
enough, that they can't leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.

Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.

Sheenagh Pugh

And I pray that the violence
Of indifference will never
Suffocate
Us.

To care, to live, to create,
Or else.....

F.J.