Sharlie Goddard Poems
How do I know when I hold a daisy That the petals will say that he loves me? I will pluck them off in twins and triplets if it
Crickets For The Water Dragon
Your arrive by post, ordered on-line. Do you know that you are condemned? No, of course not. You were born in a clinical environment.
Wistful words Hang in a frosted air, Hopeless things uttered Sharding a trust.
Whilst out running I noticed white Caught in the branches of a blackthorn hedge. At first I thought it was a plastic bag.
I Am Here
I am here You are there. I want to be alone
Question Of Birth
What was I before Birth? An entity? Corporeal.
Tv Bla Bla
Could this blaring box Hold more company than A person? Each little internal bead of colour
As I watch It gives birth. Violently budding.
A splash of exuberant colour Chasing thoughts around a page Rounded swirls Chaotically whipping up the waves
Here comes the summer Out of the blue in monochrome, Crochets and quavers on telephone wires Gathering
Our tremendous orb turns it face toward the sun And we bathing in it, shed our clothes, Plant our toes, Long hair flows
I hold in my hand a stone, That has never been held. Among a million I singled it out
A Suicidal Tendency
Standing at the cliff edge, I must lean against the wind To test its strength. Will it hold me?
I hold in my hand a stone,
That has never been held.
Among a million
I singled it out
Normally I look for stones
With impossible holes,
Or hope for Amber that has been rejected by the sea.