Poem: The imminent immortality.

In the frailty of this uncertain moment.

between the draw of a breath

The uncertain thud of my heart .

Me In waves I wonder why.

Why should it be I?

I who caught the chill.

The dark death filled thrill of disease .

It’s Inevitability, my fragility.

This uncertain momentary me.

Between the telephone calls.

Between the doctors stalled look.

Between the jagged stabs of self inflicted pity.

I wonder-where my soul

Will go, when my body

Turns the key

Turns away from life to die.

To let me go

To let me fly

To let infinity fill the view

To touch the eternity I once knew.

Loved shared laughed and grew.

From a lad from the family that made so glad, happy too.

Those days abundant care filled free.

Returns the chill to the now, of me.

Imminent this immortality.

Liam December 2017

POEM: The Insecurity

I am vulnerable to the sharp wind.

It reminds me that I am alive and warm.

My hearts warmth is not to be stolen though or corrupted by my insecurities.

Shadows which brush my awakening.

Shade under which I try to hide from the heat of realization,

or is this recognition?

Uselessly irrelevant,

Knowledge spearpoints ambiguity’s indecisiveness.

Pling….

Its cold which comprises me the most.

Creeping in from the periphery , fingers, toes, cheeks, nose.

Stealing into my marrow

I fight back to maintain me,

eyes fixed on the light,

-in the light .

Letting beams of love through.

Penetration speared clarity

Pins those squiggling doubts.

Wide eyed to the walls of my consciousness.

It’s the flame of hope which I’ll never let go of or dessert.

For I will pass this on to my children

The children of Mother Earth.

Liam 2018. March