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Poem for the Day - A Marriage by R. S. Thomas

Posted: 4 April 2018

Poem for the Day
A poem that will always be in my top three of favourite poems. Welsh poet and clergyman R S Thomas wrote this beautifully poignant poem after the death of his wife. To refer to a fifty year marriage as 'love's moment' is the most tender tribute to the quality of their relationship. It will break your heart. 

We met
under a shower
of bird-notes.
Fifty years passed,
love's moment
in a world in
servitude to time.
She was young;
I kissed with my eyes
closed and opened
them on her wrinkles.
`Come,' said death,
choosing her as his
partner for
the last dance, And she,
who in life
had done everything
with a bird's grace,
opened her bill now
for the shedding
of one sigh no
heavier than a feather. 

A Marriage 
R S Thomas

Poem for the Day - Inventory by Dorothy Parker

Posted: 3 April 2018

Poem for the Day 

Four be the things I am wiser to know:
Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.

Four be the things I’d been better without:
Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt.

Three be the things I shall never attain:
Envy, content, and sufficient champagne.

Three be the things I shall have till I die:
Laughter and hope and a sock in the eye. 

Dorothy Parker

Easter Haiku #8 - Sunday, Holy Week - Easter Sunday

Posted: 1 April 2018

Easter Haiku #8 – Sunday, Holy Week - Easter Sunday

Magdalene morning.
An empty grave discovered,
The hot, bitter tears.

Then a holy thing.
Divine gardener recognised.
Mary spreads the news.

Breakfast on the shore.
At the end of a hard shift
Men need food, not prayers.

Bill Adair

Poem for the Day - Easter Sunday by Bill Adair

Posted: 1 April 2018

Poem for the Day 

It was late in the day when I arrived
So I just slipped
Into a back pew. Memories derived
From having to sit quiet and tight-lipped
Amongst the matrons of my childhood years,
Who smelled of mints and wore large moth-balled hats,
And watch-chained men who scowled at wriggling boys
Who broke their peace with sniggering and sneers,
Who pointed rudely asking, “What is that?”
“Is this the place God lives? Is He annoyed?”

Nothing has changed, I almost said out loud,
All still the same.
Sunday best and litany much too proud,
Their self-imposed repentance in God’s name.
These celebrations at the end of Lent,
With thirty silver pieces wrapped in eggs,
Proclaim the Lamb of God, a market loss,
A merchandised theatrical event.
But no one watching for forgiveness begs,
Though guilty as the soldiers round the cross

Who, with their simple game of cards and dice,
Play for a coat,
Bit players in the schemes of men and mice,
Now called of God, but called to mock and gloat.
And as the service drew toward its end,
In shades of Easter, trimmed in mauve and gold,
I almost missed it, through the organ’s din,
That still today he stands without a friend,
Denied, betrayed; and then the noon bell tolled
Its hugely false and empty Judas ring. 

Easter Sunday 
Bill Adair

Easter Haiku #7 - Saturday, Holy Week

Posted: 31 March 2018

Easter Haiku #7 – Saturday, Holy Week

The in-between day.
This fearful day of shadows.
Time to hope and pray.

Bill Adair

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