Dear Simon, thank you for years of comments at Eyewear. Would you like to submit a few poems for a Poetry Focus?
A poem for my mother, July 15 When she was dying And I was in a different country I dreamt I was there with her Flying over the ocean very quickly, And arriving in the room like a dream And I was a dream, but the meaning was more Than a dream has – it was a moving over time And land, over water, to get love across Fast enough, to be there, before she died, To lean over the small, huddled figure, In the dark, and without bothering her Even with apologies, and be a kiss in the air, A dream of a kiss, or even less, the thought of one, And when I woke, none of this had happened, She was still far distant, and we had not spoken.
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I'm very sorry. Somehow I missed this first time round! You can find most of my poetry on redbubble.com under my name. Please help yourself!
Best wishes from Simon