Ian

The love of my life

 

 

I saw you sitting

On the steps of St. Mary’s

 

You looked like you were

Holding the golden globe

On your shoulders…

 

Samson

But with short blonde hair

You were dressed to the nines

 

But your package of take-away chips

Were strewn all over the hard, cold cement steps

 

What did I do to you?

 

Did I break your very backbone

With my tales of woe

Grinding you down

Like my grandmother

Used to do with wheat…

 

I kept walking though my heart was aching

 

“If you’re going through hell " keep going”

 

But I have many regrets

 

Why I didn’t speak to you,

You know why…

Out little secret

 

Too many secrets between us actually

Secrets I only imagine

In my crazy head

 

Sit on them steps again

Things will be different

I’ll shower you with roses

And that’s a promise <3         29/05/2013 

Reviews

[Doug]

Beautiful poem. It makes me so sad reading it, but it is just SO amazing. I wish I could tell you how much I love this poem, but I really don't know how. There is so much beautiful imagery and I feel like I am you, walking past Ian and not saying anything. Great poem.

[Maria Ni Mhurchu]

Ah that's very kind of you Doug. It means alot to me. Thanks. Maria

[ANTO]

This poem has it all Maria. Love, heartache, failure and then the resolve at the end is really uplifting. Its like the Rocky movies where he finally makes it up the huge steps and the theme tune kicks in and we get that feel-good rush.
Great stuff
X

[Maria Ni Mhurchu]

Thanks so much Anto. He's a great guy :)

[ANTO]

I totally get that from this homage to him. He's a lucky guy too
X

[Maria Ni Mhurchu]

Thanks Anto x

[Dr. Wood ?]

simplicity is best..Say it how you feel it.....This is quite a remarkable poem in that it does not pretend to be anything other than it is....Some brilliant metaphors..ie the Grandmother's wheat...great stuff

[Maria Ni Mhurchu]

Thanks so much for your very helpful comment. It's very much appreciated :)