A nature poem should be about snow hushed woods late at night, a rainbow’s refracted light, counting rings on fallen trees, glades full of honey bees, autumn’s harvest, summer flowers, the sun, the earth, the moon, the stars, a nature poem should be about clouds and daffodils.
It should never be about beaches without children, oceans without boats, dawn without birdsong, sunrise without hope, bedtime stories by moonlight, digging holes in the sand, lives measured in days, never holding her hand.
Irish poet, who spent his early years in Belfast and now lives in Coleraine with his wife and 2 children. His first collection "Thomas" was published by Lapwing in 2005, and his second collection "Black Eyed Peace" has just been published. It is available as either a free eBook or in traditional printed format. His work has been widely published in magazines, anthologies, and on-line. His work has also been broadcast and published by the BBC and a number of his poems have achieved competition success. He has been involved with the Ballymoney Writers for over 15 years and has edited and published 3 collections of their work.
Strangers from incident, lies for distance, pitfalls of living infrequent, Rushes of sympathy pass over like fever sweat. In concurrent motion the wolves swarm on the lifeless carcass. Impending emotions fill the hole in my stomach, my chest continues to
The enormous starlit sky was divided- As it was marred by a dark strip of cloud-figure, Suddenly,the heat of stars was receded- The cloud appeared like a wide unlit ribbon upon there. We felt a dark coolness with rushing up
In the sea of flesh: pomegranates. I will not say what I mean. In nameless pit of hollow breast, a parting kiss of poetry. I will count my steps tonight. walking on tectonic plates before the quake hits. It was