Gillian Commerford


Gillian Commerford Poems

41. Pigeons 3/25/2013
42. Swallows 3/25/2013
43. Flies 3/25/2013
44. The Daisy 4/28/2013
45. How Odd 4/28/2013
46. Maudlin Musings 4/28/2013
47. Those Who Love 4/28/2013
48. Someone Goes With Me 4/28/2013
49. Hell 4/28/2013
50. Thoughts On A Sunny Day 4/28/2013
51. Learning To Speak 6/1/2013
52. At The Heart Of Everything 6/1/2013
53. Your Life Is A River 6/1/2013
54. The Child Who Follows Me 6/1/2013
55. The Kindness Of The Night 6/1/2013
56. Communication 6/9/2013
57. Everything Lives Within Me 6/9/2013
58. Dressing Myself 6/9/2013
59. Unborn 9/8/2013
60. Giving 9/8/2013
61. Nothing Much Happening 9/8/2013
62. Polar-Bearish 9/8/2013
63. Thoughts At 3am 9/8/2013
64. Lately 9/8/2013
65. Lasting Love 9/16/2013
66. Working 9/16/2013
67. The Rose 4/28/2013
68. The Dandelion 4/28/2013
69. Waiting To Be Devoured 10/9/2013
70. My Soul Survives 10/9/2013
71. Surprise 10/9/2013
72. Lost Souls 11/2/2013
73. Beautiful 11/2/2013
74. Answers 11/18/2013
75. The Sensuality Of Trees 11/18/2013
76. All I Have 11/18/2013
77. Naming 11/18/2013
78. The Nameless 1/11/2014
79. The Importance Of Tea 1/11/2014
80. Ii'Ll Show You Mine 1/11/2014
Best Poem of Gillian Commerford

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.
Impractically
I knew the need to feed my soul.
I knew that money could keep me fed and clothed
but poetry would make me whole.

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Fading Colours

Colours fade and memories too-
Though I try
I keep forgetting you.

But every now and then
it stabs me unawares
I wake up in the morning
and reach out to touch your hair.

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