Saturday, 29 May 2021

Four Fabulous Poems by Gordon Ferris

 



His father speaks to him in a dream 

 

He said his father appeared to him in a dream   

promised him that all would turn out right in the end 

he said it doesn't make sense now  

but all things will fall into place  

 

if there's nothing you can do  

do nothing  

if something needs doing  

do it 

 

his words were something  

out of one of his western movies  

the private fantasy world he inhabited  

it all made sense there 

but here in the real world  

he was the odd one out

   

 

     What if

 

What if the birds  

stopped sounding the 

wakeup call  

  

what if the leaves in the trees  

stopped moving on the wind 

breaking the silence  

  

Would we still rise 

Would we still 

gaze out on the land 

and wonder at its beauty  

 

  

       In alternate 

 

if every choice you never made  

every dream you pushed away 

in an alternate world this game was played 

 

its consequence, a price you gladly paid 

though the heart is hurt you never sway 

in every choice you never made 

 

cause was you just you were afraid 

to speak your wish and what you may 

in an alternate world this game was played 

 

the outcome is your dreams are made 

and in another place, they play 

if every choice you never made  

 

had lived life and plans were laid 

to seed and flower to bloom in May  

in an alternate world this game was played 

 

you stand tall  you're not afraid 

in defiance of what they say 

what if every choice you made 

in  an alternate world this game was played

 

 

   Reminisce

  

So, we sit here  

waiting for the  

head to pop  

around the corner  

for the light  

to re-emerge  

for life to begin anew. 

On the windshield  

a fly lands 

you look closely  

to make sure there 

is no miniature head  

before you swot it 

you look beyond the houses  

to the hills and trees  

to green and brown of nature  

where you long to be 

you ponder  

on past times  

easy faces  

familiar  

unafraid




Gordon Ferris is a Dublin writer who has lived in Ballyshannon, Co. Donegal for the past thirty-eight years.   He has had several poems and short stories published in many publications including, A New Ulster, Impspire Magazine, The Galway Review,  Lothlorien Poetry Journal, and Hidden Channel.



No comments:

Post a Comment

Three Poems by John Patrick Robbins

  You're Just Old So you cling to anything that doesn't remind you of the truth of a chapter's close or setting sun. The comfort...