Wesley Gibbings Poems
- The House It was a house Of many absences Dust settled on...
- Shadows here, the shadows born one day ago are hunting ...
- Opening Lines
- Surviving The Storm Long after the storm had died the river ...
- When We Die I who once stalked green fruit in dry season ...
- Of Haiti And Other Wars Dark soldier at attention near the ...
- All That's Left All that’s left Are two chairs Empty wine ...
Wesley Gibbings was born in Trinidad in 1958. His first collection of poems was published in 1977. He is a journalist who has covered Caribbean public affairs for over 30 years and has written extensively on journalism and media in the West Indies. more »
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It was a house
Of many absences
Dust settled on her bed
Outside, the green of mountains blue
Inside, the shadowy dim of things we knew
I met you here
This empty house
Echoes spliced between silence and quiet
Nothing etched from nothingness