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Gillian Commerford Poems
Don't be A Poet
I told my mother: 'I want to be a poet'. She said: 'There's no money in it'. I never was much interested
I Although Not Beautiful
I, although not beautiful, have desired to mingle my dust with all that is beautiful- with rivers, streams
Losing my mind
I woke up this morning to find my heart was torn a white dove sat on my shoulder a baby was just born.
Owl bringing death silently looking wise does wisdom lie in bringing death
God said hello to me just the other day. I knew it was God because he told me so.
After love we lie apart separately sad thinking our separate thoughts
God The Mother
I begin to see God as Mother as the one who holds me to Her breast as the one who nurtures as the one in whose arms
I Call You Friend
I call You kindness I call You gentleness I call You Truth.
A Very Short Poem About Trees
God Save the Children
God help the children of this land the abused battered beaten
I feel the sadness of all our lives yours and mine and yours no less than mine Its momentary joys
Shelling Peas on Boulders Beach [for my ...
I can see you in my mind's eye warmer than a photograph leading me to Boulders Beach along the Bridle Path.
Our lives stutter beneath the stammering of tongues the hammering of blood and bone and muscle
Waiting To Be Eaten
I remember going with my mother to the butcher in the days when the naked carcasses hung on hooks in the front of the shop
Comments about Gillian Commerford
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Don't be A Poet
I told my mother:
'I want to be a poet'.
She said: 'There's no money in it'.
I never was much interested
in making money.
I knew the need to feed my soul.
I knew that money could keep me fed and clothed
but poetry would make me whole.