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Gillian Commerford Poems
Don'T Be A Poet
I told my mother: 'I want to be a poet'. She said: 'There's no money in it'. I never was much interested
I Although Not Beautiful
I, although not beautiful, have desired to mingle my dust with all that is beautiful- with rivers, streams
The truth of a circle lies in being round The truth of a square is in its squareness The truth of being lies in being The truth of anything is in its truthfulness.
Owl bringing death silently looking wise does wisdom lie in bringing death
Losing My Mind
I woke up this morning to find my heart was torn a white dove sat on my shoulder a baby was just born.
A Very Short Poem About Trees
God said hello to me just the other day. I knew it was God because he told me so.
With a light in your eyes you tell me lies then turn the light off as you leave
A Violent Society
Waiting To Be Eaten
I remember going with my mother to the butcher in the days when the naked carcasses hung on hooks in the front of the shop
Dying is the ultimate frontier if I jump I'll overcome my fear.
Everything Was Swept Away
A voice spoke: 'I am God, there is nothing else.'- And everything was swept away
After love we lie apart separately sad thinking our separate thoughts
Age To Youth
You bring me love in a silver cup and I bring you my hands that are worn and a heart that's beginning to rust.
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Don'T Be A Poet
I told my mother:
'I want to be a poet'.
She said: 'There's no money in it'.
I never was much interested
in making money.
I knew the need to feed my soul.
I knew that money could keep me fed and clothed
but poetry would make me whole.