How do I read the poetry of others and yet write?
How do I gasp for the beauty of their words and still pen my half-formed thoughts?
How do I witness the burning brightness of you with others and still feel I have anything to bring?
You say I bring something new: I do not know how.
This morning I cried for thinking of how you will leave me
Then resolved to love you gently
And wake your body even if it wakes for others.
I'm an Anglo-Irish web developer, father of five, company director and (evidently) a poet of sorts.
My inspiration comes from the beautiful Cotswold countryside I inhabit and explore, the intricate mysteries of the people I have loved, and the daily miracle of being a living, breathing, always changing consciousness – a point of view through which the universe looks upon itself.
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