Here, unseen My words fade into air, Falling with autumn leaves – Birds peck at their edges – People walk over my words Careless of what could be Under their feet – Nobody, not even I, Speak the fallen words Aloud, strangely the woods Echo their meaning Almost by love – My words fall into…
Tag: Shanne Sands
Mummy How Did God Make Me
Mummy How Did God Make Me? (For Daniel my son, aged 6) God made you out of a puff of air – Somewhere from heaven near to earth – Mingled you with all my dreams Bound with tears left from my youth – Caressed you with Truth’s…
Sorrow
Sorrow On bended knees I gave time my pledge To bind you to the dust’s Haziness behind the hedge of human crusts – There can be no sparkling gems, where I fall – Only tattered dress hems swinging In a dark hall – From the tops of desolate frames Twisted with oppressed desire – Caught…
The Old World
I recently posted a poem by my mother, Shänne Sands, to an ezine. The poem, I am a Collector of Useless Things, is a beautiful rendering on what you go through when you move and have to pack and unpack your entire life. All the memories that flood back, sad and happy, all the mementos…
Being in Love
A touch of skin, the smell of shampoo’d hair – Teeth and toes, nails, soft backs even shadows – The laughter in bed, Just being there – The big rows, little fights, tears and smiles Desolate parting – Endless longing – Every breathing second thinking of him – The passion blind – The passion strong…
The Suffering Now
Suffering of the Now – Kills in spirit The body saved from The last war – This is the spoil for new armies Falling bombs missed the delicate Child with sweet hands – Who grew into lovely woman In the suffering Now Ready for rape – Sickness is not only death Cruelty is not only…
I Don’t Need …
I don’t need a god to tell me not to kill, not to go to war, not to lie to to make money, not to rape or abuse women, not to hurt children, not to place my culture above all others, not to think of my country as better than all others, not to demand…
Sunshine
Today sunshine and a small feeling of an early spring in the warmth though the air does not yet have that brisance of spring proper. The lawnmower is serviced and will probably only last this season, still for a modern 2 stroke that would be six years service which is par for the course. It…
The Most Difficult Task
I decided almost as soon as she died tow rite my mother’s life story. But for it to be a literary biography, while the day-to-day inquiry may be left to future historians of English poetry, I was helped by her own writings about her childhood and life, by hundreds of letters from husbands, friends and…
Moon Day
So I am told NASA is running a project tomorrow to celebrate the moon by asking the world to look up and see it. Here is a children’s poem by Shänne Sands: Lets do all kinds of things tonight; We’ll ride to the Moon on a silver bike, Which we’ll sell to the…