Gillian Commerford


Gillian Commerford Poems

121. After Love 8/20/2014
122. Everything Was Swept Away 6/1/2013
123. Jump 11/4/2012
124. Waiting To Be Eaten 11/15/2012
125. Electric Lover 10/6/2012
126. Owl 3/4/2013
127. Losing My Mind 11/2/2013
128. A Very Short Poem About Trees 5/6/2014
129. Questions 8/31/2014
130. The Truth 7/7/2013
131. Poems 10/9/2012
132. I Although Not Beautiful 8/25/2013
133. Don'T Be A Poet 11/17/2012
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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Our Lives

Our lives stutter
beneath the stammering of tongues
the hammering
of blood and bone and muscle
and we burden ourselves
with things
that in the end
don't really matter

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