Biography of Tracy WatsonBrown
Exploring what it means to follow Jesus.
Tracy WatsonBrown's Works:
My poems can be found at Woodbridge Poetry Press blogspot.
Tracy WatsonBrown Poems
Deep silence. Birds calling- Skylark, pigeon, crow. Caressing breezes-
Sleep comes wearily Knowing how this will finish- Darkness, silence, peace.
After The Storm (Haiku)
The storm has broken- heavy air replaced by breezes. Tonight we sleep well.
Your silence has sent me to my room like a naughty child. It is peaceful here.
Haven of peace, Yet no peace for me. Love set in stone, Hardened in misery.
The Unbearable Complexity Of Grace
My God, My God, why have you forsaken me? Why, when all my life I've sought to follow Does it feel as if you are behind everything That causes pain and regret in my life?
Dragonflies And Lilies
The river sings brightly to the glory of God: It bursts with light and life and love, Each ripple catching sunshine and twinkling joyfully, Reflecting back these gifts so generously given.
Epitaph For A Cat
Bare lies the mat on which you sat and the chair you scratched. Your claws retracted Permanently and yet
' I was glad when they said to me 'Let's go to the house of the Lord' ' So we went in expectation And found companions for the journey,
The sky is dull- but the white wings of gulls flash against it. So, I will look for signs of your presence
Breakfast Time 7.30am
I add mayo to prawns. Stirring, the squelch of fish on sauce is satisfying. You eat breakfast. A blob on the bread spreads with difficulty.
Good Friday 2010
Gaza is bombed. Railway strike ballots. Suicide bomb child, Widowed at seventeen.
Dear Dad, You said - you will end up like your mother Enjoy it while you can- By which, I presume, you meant fat,
Everywoman Lunar Child
One week in four I slip into daydream, The real is veiled; a world is inside me. An ebb and flow of physicality With forced moments of dull lucidity,
All night fat flakes fell gently
So we woke to a world clean, fresh and bright.
Thickly wrapped we ventured out
Anticipating rare fun, knowing it would not last long.
Soon, treaties were formed around building,
The price of fighting too heavy by far-
Chilly dribbles down our necks bringing peace.
Construction began and we stood upon mountains declaring ourselves kings of the castle
But wet mittens, cold feet and dripping noses