Monday, 3 February 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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