Thursday, February 19, 2015

those moments

This is the poem I wanted to show you last week. It’s posted here with the kind permission of the poet, Mandy Coe.

Let’s Celebrate

the moments
where nothing happens.
The moments
that fill our lives.
Not the field bright with poppies, but
the times you walked, seeing
no leaves, no sky, only one foot
after another.

We are sleeping
(it’s not midnight and
there is no dream).
We enter a room – no one is in it.
We run a tap,
queue to buy a stamp.

These are the straw moments
that give substance
to our astonishments;
moments the homesick dream of;
the bereaved, the diagnosed.

Mandy Coe, from Clay (Shoestring Press)

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The February photo above is a track above the village in Wensleydale where my parents lived. I’m going there with my big sister for a long weekend. See you next week.


Anonymous said...

What a poem, Sue.
A real keeper.

As are you.

Breathe out in that wonderful landscape.
Feel loved.

Sue Hepworth said...

Thank you, friend. xx

Christine said...

Brilliant poem.