Mike Tonkin

Rookie (16/05/33 / Truro, England)

Mike Tonkin Poems

1. Questions. 6/14/2007
2. In Search Of A Nascent Dream 6/17/2007
3. They Sing “hallejuhah” 6/25/2007
4. God's Away 6/11/2007
5. Beach Of Dreams 7/2/2007
6. Horses Of The Fields 8/16/2007
7. I Would Like...... 8/16/2007
8. Kennall Vale 8/30/2007
9. Let Her Sleep 8/30/2007
10. Letter From Lands End 8/30/2007
11. Smiling 8/31/2007
12. The Sky Is Full Of Holes 9/1/2007
13. Hurt. 1/16/2008
14. Old Kea Church. 4/1/2008
15. There Is Always A Moment 5/1/2008
16. Why Do I Love You 6/28/2008
17. When I Meet The Muse 10/1/2007
18. For Ever 8/9/2007
19. Galleons Sailing Across The Sky 8/9/2007
20. Your Life Etched In Time 10/1/2007
21. Summer 1952 6/12/2007
22. Somebody 3/13/2008
23. Adrian Henri, Poet. 3/17/2008
24. Divorce. 3/28/2008
25. Wandering 10/1/2007
26. A Little Bit More 7/2/2007
27. Stroke 6/11/2007
28. By The Way Her Name Was Mathilde 8/2/2007
29. Bodmin Moor 8/2/2007
30. A Look, Two Eyes 6/12/2007
31. Aberfan 6/12/2007

Comments about Mike Tonkin

  • Howard Tresidder Tonkin (9/24/2016 2:12:00 PM)

    Dear Mike

    I live in Kennall Vale and love your poem. I am also a Tonkin and interested in your connection to the place. If you get this message then please drop me a line on tonkinhoward@gmail.com.



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Best Poem of Mike Tonkin

A Look, Two Eyes

A look. Two eyes
Filled with yearning.
A look. Two eyes
Gently burning
Into mine.
Such warmth,
Such tenderness
Was in those eyes,
it was as if the trembling sky
Looked on me.
A look. Two eyes
Searching and discerning in mine
A gaze returning, the tenderness
And lit with such intensity
As to make her tremble like the sky.
A look. Two eyes.
Holding my world,
Causing me to unfold
From within myself
And pour out through my eyes
My love for her.

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They Sing “hallejuhah”

The morning sun dances among the trees
And the shadows join it and sparkle with the sunlight
The gravestones growing from the long grass
Are warmed by the words upon them
And the words call down to them, the dead,
And comfort them.

It is so quiet and not a breath of wind disturbs the foxgloves
And the old roses with their perfume which is everywhere,

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