Uni Assignment – Poetry & Exegesis of LMM

©LMM – Written May 2017

AssignmentfourExegesisPoems

The Best Was Yet To Come, Sylvia

I know why you did it, Sylvia, When the world becomes too painful to bear, And seeking help means you’ll be returned to the chair, And it’s all turned black & white and lost its flavour, And each new mouthful is one less to savour, Suddenly your mind has wandered back into the lair, The more

Haiku (5,7,5) written November 2016

Would his love reach me? Cold, shy, distant, reserved, I longingly sing. I was a minor; No characterisation, And then I saw him. On the precipice, Of love, about to dive down, Search the lost & found. He entered my soul, Sat down, picked up the remote, Flicked through, never left. Divine Providence, Brought our more

She Sleeps With The Light On…

. . . Just in case, The night is still, There’s not a sound, Except the rumbling of a distant truck, Which propels her into a memory; It was of the time when she had her babies, A marriage bed full of passion, youth & hope, It was a time long before these lean times. more

Of Ponds & Balmy Nights:

He approves of almost everything about her,

And enjoys being her hero,

So when she says she needs time,

To concentrate on her relationship with her,

He holds her so tightly that it almost hurts,

She knows he’ll always be there if she changes her mind,

“Don’t sit by the pond without me, particularly on those balmy nights!”

He will anyway,

She knows it.

 

Little Boy Lost:

My little brother, Lost at sea, My little brother, Come back to me, Where could he have gone? Where could he be? He’s knocked out with amnesia, All these years; ten and three, (and not eaten by sharks after all), Or faked his own death maybe, Swim little brother, Swim home to me! Or maybe more

The song of the Plovers:

A song for this poem: Youth by Daughter from the film A Long Way Down   Everything was tender now, everything, The song of the night time Plovers, Kicked things up an extra notch, She noted the heightened sense of awareness, “Ah, I’m almost dead now,” she reassures herself, She’s so sure of it, She more

Life inside a hurricane:

Rowdy, little children, Running all about, Too many fathers, Who never pay but only shout.   Take the little beggars, While time’s still on your side, Or you’ll have your health destroyed, By this hell, his constant fight.   Deliver us from evil, We know not what we do, When she finally works it out, more