Words spoken
It's one of those days when the words
decide to present themselves
without any prior warning
no relevance to what's
occurring in my world.
They appear from the dark
from the deepest recesses
of my dreaming-sleeping-brain.
don't seem to recognise
the place or time
it's like it comes from another realm
slipping in here and now.
the meaning remains a mystery,
like, when you wake
from a dream
If you don't grasp it
you lose it,
but I will work to at
making its purpose
accessible.
If
If you loved me
as you say you do
the sun would disappear
behind the greying cloud
our day would
turn into night
our world – turned upside down
if you loved me
as you say you do
you would show me
how to do it right
to cut straight
not across
as you know I should
The door
imposing obstacle
to Freedom
no locks or bolts
just restraints
on the will to leave.
the same restraints
tie the hand
that holds the pen
making the words
stay where they are
White lies
When you lie
and walk away
it looks like there are no
consequence
for that lie.
But, when you walk away
does your warmth
turn into ice
are your eyes
expressionless
does your truth
Ooze forth
from all your pours
bulging, bursting
to get out into--the world.
Gordon Ferris was born in Dublin. In
the early eighties, he moved to Donegal where he has lived ever since. He
started writing in 2014 and has had many short stories and poems in many
publications. He has also won prizes in the summer 2020 HITA Creative
Writing Competition for his poem ‘Mother’, and won the winter competition for
his poem ‘The Silence’. Poetry Ireland awarded Gordon a Poetry Town Bursary in
2021.
In January of 2023, Gordon had his short story
collection Echoes published by Impspired.
These are the Poems that invite us to take the long way home, with each step a new found gait! Kindly Kate
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