Tuesday, October 23, 2018

A Donegal Affair

A Donegal Affair

Waves, blues, greens, a spray hue
I could only be there with you
Alone, or another soul, only a craving
Wanting, yearning, a heart reshaping

Your nature, seen through your eyes
Searching them, a soul never lies
I fell for you, relinquishing my self
Tender, fragile, as vulnerable as Delph

On a cliff top, I knew it was you
Donegal, sharing a magical brew
In a cottage, later, I lay transfixed
Longing, passion, love, all mixed

The glow of the fire, rises higher
For all to see, a love fuelled pyre
Rooted in me, it’s only you Mary
From my heart, I will never vary

Wednesday, October 04, 2017


A beauty in a meadow
Screaming charisma and hope
Supine with a poppy
Dreams and a rope

I sat at her side
Shadowing the glade
A shuddering angst
Our promises made

No matter the barrage
The sunless days
Our journey is one
Through seperate ways

Inhale your sighs
Expel light and love
A union of hope
Lives in a glove

Life Lessons

I consider myself to be reasonably intelligent, but not that smart.  Even somewhat foolish at times.

I read the above meme and the sentiments within really resonated with me.  I was quite struck by it.  Eventually, the penny has dropped.

It's not only that you need to associate with people who add to your growth; I now realise that you have to actively dissociate from those that don't.  There is a huge disparity between those two positions.

In the last two weeks, I have adopted that approach with three people that I had come to know, all in different ways.  No doubt there will be others.  I feel not poorer, but emotionally richer for doing so.  To the three, thank you for the life lesson and good luck on your journey.

Friday, September 01, 2017



Rooted in love
Leafing through a life
Joined as one
Carrying the strife

Not just a place
A refuge of care
No name on a page
Still, we share

Engraved, embroidered, cherished
Shining bright, still
This, our Sanctuary
Was; always will

This poem is dedicated to my colleagues on the care team; and to all those that allowed us to share precious time in their lives with them, at the Sanctuary Hospice for people with HIV and AIDS.

The Sanctuary is no longer a hospice, but will always be our Sanctuary.

Thursday, August 24, 2017

Do you find the poem sad or uplifting?

Thank Dog for altruism, in all its convoluted forms.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

The helper

I'll listen
No trace
Of malice
For my own
At the scale
Of your pain
And mine

Thursday, July 27, 2017


Eyes (6/9/13)

I wrote a poem in April of 2013, entitled 'Heart'.  This is an extension of the content of that poem...It is a letter to a dead man.  I had removed it from this blog. It is now time to repost it, but not to rewrite it.


I never knew you at all.  I wish that I had never set eyes on you and that you had never set eyes on me.  I wish that I had never looked into your eyes.  Dead eyes.  Eyes that I had tried to breathe and pump life into.  Eyes that follow me, everywhere I go.

I know hardly anything about you, even though I had to cut all your clothes off, walk through your flat, glimpse your life, whilst soaked in your blood. I can’t even look at your name on a screen.  I don’t know it.  It may seem harsh, but I don’t want to.  That is not who I usually am, but here I have to preserve some sense of order, keep some distance, in a year that has been catastrophic and full of disorder.  I hope that you understand.  I don’t fully understand it myself.  That approach is alien to me.

Whoever you were, or are, I know that you were someone’s son and someone’s brother.  I know that your brother wrote fondly of you.  I wonder, as I’m writing, what good or bad things you contributed to the world.  For some reason, I have it in my head, that you were, at times, unsavoury. 

I apologise if that seems unfair, or indeed wrong. 

Regardless, we have all made poor choices and you didn’t deserve to lose your life in the manner in which you did.  I wish it could have been different.  The bounds of human beings and their behaviour never cease to amaze me.  Both in terms of the good that they bring and the evil that they exhibit.

I know that I tried my best for you.  If I could have made it different, I would have.   

I know that a colleague failed you.  To say sorry for that seems inane, but I will. 

I don’t know where you are, if there is something, or simply nothing.  I do know that this is the last time that I will write about you.

‘Everybody, sooner or later, sits down to a banquet of consequences’ – Robert Louis Stevenson

Rest in Peace.

Thursday, July 20, 2017

For Claire and SafeHorizonUK (SHUK)

This poem is written for Claire McDowall, the CEO (Chief Empathy Officer) for SafeHorizonUK (SHUK).  Well worth supporting as they do wonderful work. Link at the bottom.



Glistens in the dark
Light leaves a mark
Embolden your dreams
Unite the seams

Move towards us
Trust and truss
An ear, a hand
A heart driven stand

There's no cost
When all seems lost
As emotions chafe
This place is safe


Sunday, March 05, 2017


So, you came in the night.

To waken me?

To ask me about my dreams?

That you created.

At your desk.

With your pen.

That you stole.

As you stole

My soul.

My dreams.

You should come.

To my door.

Lie, on my floor.

Write no more.

Friday, January 06, 2017

Wise indeed

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain . . .

Matthew Arnold 'Dover Beach'

Friday, November 18, 2016


a while, since I have written here.

I doubt if anyone reads my 'stuff' now.

I have spent a lot of time in thought recently, amidst a rather crippling depression, that seems to be consuming me.

Of course, few people want to hear about other's mood; lives are busy. Life is hard.  To care is expensive, in terms of empathy fatigue.

So I do what I do best.  If you can't make it, fake it. There you go, a little :-) to go with it.

Now onwards.  It's 3pm and yet again, I have eaten nothing.  Now will start a major planning exercise to do something that I have done 1000s of times.  If I was cooking for you it would be a joy.  Yet, I can find no joy of my own.

My plan of attack is to develop my procrastination skills.  Which reminds me, I must make a list of the top 10 reasons why I procrastinate: