Saturday, 11 January 2025

Four Poems by Gordon Ferris

 






Had I not heard you weep



seen your dull eyes 


with heavy tears 


roll slowly down 


those thin cheeks 


So, you had the nerve 


to make a simple 


response to his  instruction 


you behave as if 


nothing had happened 


it leaves me to wonder 


why did you stay with him 


do you think so much of him 


and so little of yourself 


to let him reduce you


to the shell of the beauty


that you   in reality are.




Invisible.



I could look at you


think that you are beautiful


but never tell you



I could look at you


imagine we could look well together


but never find out if we would



We could play


hide and seek 


where you stand, 


count to a hundred


when you open your eyes


I'm still standing there


In plain sight



and yet, you still can't see me.




Daydreaming.


He weeps

seeing human interactions


Alone, he weeps

to hide his humanity


He sits by himself

Daydreaming, 


watching good things

happen to others


he sits by himself with

book in hand to


read the words that

make him feel deeply


he sits by himself

when it's  


a day for the rising moon 

with sinking clouds 


he sits by himself

to watch colour and image 


on canvas sending waves

crashing on the shore


he hopes that  

the red sky will  appear,   


the sky he loves, and goes chasing for 

at certain times of the year 


hoping it can be there to  

lift and bring back old feelings 


Old feelings and a mood that 

long ago deserted him 


but  that  he continues to 

Search for in vain


trying to bring

these old dreams  back to life 


and have memories

he recalls


send a chill

that moves his heart.




If the stars don't appear



If the stars don't appear


and the sun doesn't shine 


anything can happen



If day turns into night


and black turns into white


anything can happen



If the fields refuse to grow


and the forests turn into dessert 


anything can happen



when our hate turns into love


and our Wars turn into peace


then anything can 


really  can  happen.







Gordon Ferris was born and raised in Finglas, a North West suburb of 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 publications including Hidden Channel, A New Ulster, The Galway Review, Impspired Magazine, Lothlorien Poetry Journal and Live Encounters. He has also won prizes in the summer 2020 HITA Creative Writing Competition for his poem ‘Mother’ and was joint winner in the winter competition for his poem ‘The Silence’. Poetry Ireland awarded Gordon a, Poetry Town Bursary in 2022. In January 2023, Impspired published his first book, Echoes, a short story collection. In December, Impspired published his second book, A Mirror Looking Out, a poetry collection, under the brilliant guidance of the late Steve Cawte.

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