Lonely

Lonely

The times of most despair

Are when the happy smiling

Faces are seen everywhere.

Then I find myself falling.

Of the things that hurt,

That hit me hardest,

Are the simple curt,

Polite enquiries.

People want too much

Of me. Things are such

That I cannot give.

I can only live

For and by myself.

Dave Urmston c 2016

Spring Again

SPRING AGAIN

Summer sleeps through the haze of my memories

Whilst decaying autumn thoughts bring winter to mind.

Sometimes, I awake to an unaccustomed

Stillness. Snow has failed to break my slumbers,

 And the world sleeps with me. With the thaw,

The besmirched snow recedes and reveals.

The time of repose has passed.

 We gather our forces,

To till the earth and plant.

Come the new life, our hopes

Lend a revitalised

Vigour to all we do.

All around us

New life begins

Thoughts are of

What we are to do,

Not, what we have done.

Senses alert, we watch and listen

To this burgeoning life.

The birds convey our trust

Through joyous song.

The renewed green of hedge

And wood, commit

To the cycle

That must go on.

Dave Urmston c 2016

There are Times

There are Times

There are times when I don’t wish to think.

To absorb and to see, hear and drink

In all that I can see and hear but

Not to react, but to put

Everything to the back of my

Mind and to take everything by

The by. Blithely floating through

Life without knowing what’s true

Or doubting what might be.

To stand and stare but not to see.

Yet try as I might I am unable

To float. My mindless unstable

Mind commands me to sense

And everything remains tense.

Sleep

Sleep

Why is it the more you try

The harder it is to sleep?

Some long slow nights can go by

With so little I could weep.

No point in counting leaping

Sheep, or dangling hand in stream.

There is no ready easing

Of the darkest thoughts that beam

At you from the stark nightmare

Of waking dreams and sultry

Sweat soaked bedding that your bare

Flesh sticks to and your desultory

Attempts to relax muscles

Leave you wrapped in bed clothes you

Can’t discard despite your tussles.

Oh for a night of repose.

To arise refreshed and know

The day is spent without those

Heavy thoughts of night in tow.

Dave Urmston c 2017

Spring

SPRING

A slow awakening.

Cruelty prolonged.

Something beckoning

Through the song

Of love-struck

Birds. Finding

The will

To live

Again.

Dave Urmston c 2016