I know I said about not being overly sentimental in the last social, but this is poetry – not prose! Should have specified about that rule instead of seeming contradictory…

These are two poems written when I arrived back to Keele. I thought the scanned originals might add some aesthetic value. The text is here incase you can’t read my erratic handwriting.

He Fell into your Biggest Blue Sea

Gasped and choked on warm salt water

as he fell into your biggest blue

see

his struggle equally matched in the deep and

shallow ends.

Maybe you were too close to see

or far away, but equally

unaware

that no buoy could stop himself from drowning;

and he fell into your biggest blue sea.

—

Silent Reactions

Night occupied your habits of youth
when you both spoke of times
and laughed the moon into submission,
enticing the sun and it’s day
to claim your rest.

But time demands your hand links broken.

Though strong in mind
and faint in heart
you’ve questioned in glances
with violent retorts
in silence.

And silent reactions are lasting.

Would you beckon him then
when whites turn grey
and thrown by the wayside,
clothing the broken man
you once claimed a part of?

And you may ask the same.