the time we spent together
is permanent
not to fade
for I wear you like a watermark
and sorrow
love’s stock in trade
Author: Edwin Best
Author of the poetry blog 'Another Way of Saying.'
I tend to write short lyric pieces, although I do also write longer sequence poems.
I cannot stay serious for long however before the absurd, the darkly comic and the fantastic come into play.
My first collection 'Another Way of Saying' is available in paperback from Amazon, published by FeedARead, 2014.
a flutter of wings
bridge between two islands
a place of meeting
and of tryst
touching
and desiring
and doing without
things are not the same
now
I garden
read
never looking up
even at
a flutter of wings
the last boat
then
to awaken
only
after the last boat has left
here
where each grain of sand is unique
and miracles unlikely
open
old man on the beach
he might have wept
nothing worth the keeping
could be kept
the house on the shore
stands empty now
a cupboard door
swings open
only the boat lies broken
not the ocean
garden
there is no sorrow in my garden
only life and death
the coat
he disliked the coat he had been given
but wore it because he had no other
it had been made with love
and given with love
but only when it was worn through
did he learn to love it himself
the jar
I found an old jar in her kitchen
that for long had remained unused
it was like one I remembered from childhood
that I used to cling on to
the trees in my mother’s garden were many and beautiful
though she lived in a small apartment
by the sea
of the silent guest at her table
she would talk to her family
yes the trees in my mother’s garden were beautiful
but the jar
I threw into the sea
of the silent guest at her table
the sea has no memory
