Brian Patten Poems
|1.||And Nothing Is Ever As You Want It To Be||1/3/2003|
|3.||Gust Becos I Cud Not Spel||8/16/2003|
|4.||When You Wake Tomorrow||1/3/2003|
|5.||The Day I Got My Finger Stuck Up My Nose||1/3/2003|
|6.||Minister For Exams||1/3/2003|
|7.||Sometimes It Happens||1/3/2003|
|8.||You Come To Me Quiet As Rain Not Yet Fallen||1/3/2003|
|9.||In Tintagel Graveyard||1/3/2003|
|11.||I Have Changed The Numbers On My Watch||1/3/2003|
|13.||The Right Mask||1/3/2003|
|14.||The Innocence Of Any Flesh Sleeping||1/3/2003|
|15.||Doubt Shall Not Make An End Of You||1/3/2003|
|16.||Nor The Sun Its Selling Power||1/3/2003|
|19.||One Another’s Light||3/8/2012|
|21.||So Many Different Lengths Of Time||3/9/2015|
|22.||There Is A Boat Down On The Quay||12/17/2013|
And Nothing Is Ever As You Want It To Be
You lose your love for her and then
It is her who is lost,
And then it is both who are lost,
And nothing is ever as perfect as you want it to be.
In a very ordinary world
A most extraordinary pain mingles with the small routines,
The loss seems huge and yet
Nothing can be pinned down or fully explained.
You are afraid.
If you found the perfect love
It would scald your hands,
Rip the skin from your nerves,
Cause havoc with a computered heart.
You lose your love for her and then it is her who is lost.
You tried not to hurt and ...
When I think of her sparkling face
And of her body that rocked this way and that,
When I think of her laughter,
Her jubilance that filled me,
It’s a wonder I’m not gone mad.
She is away and I cannot do what I want.
Other faces pale when I get close.
She is away and I cannot breathe her in.