Andrew David Dalby
Biography of Andrew David Dalby
I am a happily married 46 year old father of four: the son of a father who is a retired police officer and a mother who worked as a shop manager. I grew up in a very politically active household, where the ideals of socialism were passionately discussed; this has effected my view of the world considerably, and does have an impact upon my work.
I began writing poetry in my early twenties, however, it is only recently with the development of the internet, and the opportunities given by the Open University have I been able to work solidly.
I have one collection of poetry completed that I will post here in e-book form.
Andrew David Dalby's Works:
I have not found a publisher, but I am looking for one.
- The Deer.
- carpe viam carpe diem
- Freshwater bay
- The Swan
- To see her fly
- I stand here and go no further
- Autumn Reflections
- The Muses
- All women are her
- Sitting on my fathers shoulders
- The Rain
- Caught between the whisper and the mus...
This narrow path is simply riddled with shit
And blighted near blind, save for one solitary light,
That catches in-styme: a dark -suckling- thing from the shadows
Where muttered carols from bedlamites are nearly heard.
Here reside those near lost: the interred and the forlain;
Whose pained, lead filled step and gaunt fixed features, travail.
But growing from their unfixed, unfocused -near dead- gaze,
And showing in the subtle sounds of their breath whispers;