Tag Archives: poetry by Ian D. Hall. poetry from Bootle. poetry from Liverpool.

The Activation Of Why.

We lose our capacity

to remember the first time

when as a toddler, the groovy

cherub child with sparkling eyes

and father’s nose, when we became

the pain in the arse,

the ache in the side of our parents head

and the cause of arguments,

we forget the joy

of the first time we asked why?

We rebel, we glory in poking

a hole in the absolute,

we saturate our speech with this new found word

and not realising the implication

it will have on our lives,

The Heavens Are Held By A Single Wire.

You lay down and breathed,

you, a man caught up in a dream of elegance

and who visualised touching

eternity, who traced a line on which forever

was braced,

you breathed

and the world below

breathed with you.

 

As you looked towards the heavens,

the sky beneath your feet,

did you look for divinity in humanity?

 

Did you surrender the soul as you saluted the sky

and in a moments bliss know that nothing,

nothing,

nothing could take this feeling of accomplishment away