maria goodison Poems
|81.||When I Die||5/12/2014|
|82.||Where Does This.||10/16/2015|
|83.||Why Does It Matter.||2/20/2016|
|85.||With Out A Face||5/8/2014|
|90.||Your Not A God||5/9/2014|
I Miss You
I walked past your flat today and almost knocked on the door.
I thought I heard your voice and hoped to turn to see your face.
I almost called you on the phone,
then remembered you would not pick up at all.
I went to the old bridge by the river
and sat down alone in the sun.
A feeling of sorrow washed over me
and knowing that we would never play in the river again
made the sorrow stick.
How I miss you and all we did.
How I long for your jokes
and how you'd pick on me.
You showed me how to juggle.
To stand that little bit longer,
to wait and...
If You Must.
If you must see the lighting before you see the storm, and if you must bang the
drum before you know the tune.
Then where do your dreams go and the passion that clings to your walls, how do you
smile if your always waching the door.
If you must sit and grumble that the sun has risen and that the seasons never stay
the same, if you must listen in where there is no place for your ears.
Do not shout and blaim or slam the window for the convention was not yours to
If you must run