Mummy

August 17, 2007 — She holds my hand to cross the road, puts clean socks on my feet, And kisses bruises better, cooks my favorite foods to eat, She reads me bedtime stories, tucks me in secure and tight, And sometimes sings me lullabies to ward off any . . . Read more 1

Castlemartin Sanctuary

July 10, 2006 — Romulus and Remus now stand guard, Mounted tanks by the gate, threatening, grey. The angles at Castlemartin, cold and hard, Give no promise of the beauty of the day. We drive in bumpy silence to the edge And view the rocks that . . . Read more

Hiding

July 3, 2006 — Once I hid his typewriter under a rose bush In the black, thorny garden. I thought in the darkness they would not find it. Once I stood before a mirror And saw nothing there but his reflection. Once I stood without a roof . . . Read more

Offerings

June 26, 2006 — You communicated today with a smile Yesterday a song sufficed, And before that your hand warmed me. Sometimes when I need it badly You make encouraging sounds About a canvas on the floor. Make me a ginger pudding with syrup And . . . Read more

Gifts

June 19, 2006 — On Freshwater East beach today I've been given gifts of blue. A cobalt sea and blue-grey cliffs, A cerulean sky. A ribbon of stream ties up the beach. Small waves at my feet Break in a froth of white. A wide expanse of wet sand . . . Read more

Passed Away

June 12, 2006 — For Months Every night he practised death. And when his darkest moment came I was not there. We crowded round the bed While he imagined where peace lay And the stormy foam. Blood gushed from my nose And they took me away. . . . Read more

Questions and Answers

June 5, 2006 — I ask my questions in poetry And answer them in paint. Why do most lines End in a shape of why Like an almost treble cleft? What to ask Letting thoughts hover hours In a fumbling mind. I search for them on a Welsh . . . Read more

Pamela's Garden

May 27, 2006 — In this most of delicate gardens We slice a white-iced cake, Reflected in snowy waxen circles And their dark-green mirror leaves. Love makes us all gentle As the drooping peony And silken iris, amethyst pale. No line is straight, . . . Read more

Fish & Ships

... poetry competion announced!

May 5, 2006 — Poetry-lovers in Pembrokeshire are invited to put pen to paper for ‘Fish and Ships', Pembrokeshire Fish Week 's poetry competition. The annual competition is open to all people of all ages, and poems can be submitted in English or . . . Read more

Poem For Daisy

May 4, 2006 — They have named you Daisy And could not have chosen better. Like the flower you are Beautiful and strong. Lawns speckled with daisies May be mown or cut But they grow back more Plentiful each time. The centre of the daisy is . . . Read more

The Dragon

September 25, 2005 — The dragon in me is green, Overpowering lesser creatures. Green as the Robinia tree As a lettuce leaf As the peel of a lime. The dove of tranquility does not stand a chance, Its wings seared by the monster's fire. Covet not they . . . Read more

Poplar

September 12, 2005 — I tear a pale green leaf in two Leaving jagged edges The strong lines run like Diagonal tracks form the centre And are difficult to break. This makes the strength. The shivering tree is never still. Look how the stalks on each . . . Read more

Influences

September 6, 2005 — Strange results spill over From the many lovely things We humans make or do or find: South Africa's arid veld spotted with distant farms And green willows washing their hair In the stony trickling rivers. Then Israel where at last . . . Read more

Blanket

August 22, 2005 — Who are you that I need explain my people? My voice unworthy I have only touched the icy water With a little finger, My suffering small as a grain of sand A pebble, a passign cloud, a small green leaf. An theirs a mountain of snow . . . Read more

Deepest Sleep

August 20, 2005 — To sleep - Cool virgin cloud beneath my head on a mantle of serenity and peace my coverlet a moonbeam tapestry To dream - Kaleidoscopic fragile thoughts traverse the velvet smoothness of the sky, tumbling fantasy of . . . Read more

Morning

August 20, 2005 — Wood smoke fills the shuddering air pushing against the wind scattering bird song CLEDDAU CONNECTIONS Part of the 2004 Anthology of The Pembroke Dock Creative Writing Group The copyright for the contributions . . . Read more

Snow

August 20, 2005 — Walking in the snow with the ones I love The clean, sparking powdery crunchiness of it under foot The river lacing and looping through the trees Like a brown silk ribbon gleaming in the sunlight Above, the high blue of the sky . . . Read more 1

The Gardens of the Palaces

August 20, 2005 — Were there butterflies, I wonder, in Baghdad? Did Peacocks and Painted Ladies flutter In the gardens of the palaces And swallowtails swoop in the sun? And did they feed, fleetingly, on the flowers, Or rest, wings folded, on . . . Read more

The Edge

July 25, 2005 — I live on the edge of the country I can almost fall off Almost fall into the sea. Sometimes I climb up high Where purple foxgloves Make an ugly bruise On the shoulder of a cliff I live on the edge of my art I can almost fall . . . Read more 1

Veld

July 11, 2005 — I am cut into strips Like biltong Salted and hung out in the veld To dry. A hot gust blows through The thorn tree And its ivory daggers Pierce my side. Sparse leaves frame clouds That hang cruel In the orange and purple . . . Read more

Dilemma

July 3, 2005 — For an athiest I pray too much The stream below widens to a lake And someone has soft-pencilled in the trees. Do not answer my prayers. For an agnostic I wonder too deeply And feel His presence too strongly. The place of reverence . . . Read more

The Donkey

June 27, 2005 — I cannot live with you And cannot die without. You breathe your life A thousand miles away Where we cannot even See each other smile. At dusk you stroked The little donkey, And then I, The mutual touching Made it ours, . . . Read more

Again

April 4, 2005 — We have been here before, In another time and place, Wearing different clothes perhaps, And a different face . © Dan Wilson 2004 You can leave your feedback below or discuss this poem in depth in the Forums . Read more 1

Life

April 4, 2005 — The thing's that people say and do, Don't always apply to me and you, You have your opinions, I have mine, The two don't always intertwine. We don't always see eye to eye, Don't ask me, I don't know why. And all to often . . . Read more 2

The Door Of Life?

April 4, 2005 — Rushing, standing, waiting, what's it all for? Pushing, shoving and moaning, to get through the door. Everyone's feeling trapped, with nowhere to go, We do it day after day and we never . . . Read more 2

Being Yourself

November 4, 2004 — Have you ever thought about who you are? Believe you're judged by the age of your car? The fashion you wear, afraid of your choice? Too frightened to hear the sound of your voice? Have you ever thought about making a noise? To . . . Read more

Gone for Good

November 4, 2004 — Sitting on a beach somewhere, write poems in the sand, The inspiration flows through me, and comes out through my hand. Iambic pentameter, the world, its whole diameter, Coursing through my veins and leave my mark upon the land. . . . Read more

Laundry Day

November 4, 2004 — Thursday morning, up in a flash, Shower, shave, downstairs I dash. Really excited, I must say, Just because it's laundry day. Sort the clothes from colours and whites, Powder in, amount just right. Softener next, up to the mark, . . . Read more

Ode to my Wife

November 4, 2004 — If I were half the man that you deserve, On bended knees I thee would serve. I cherish every day with you And welcome every day with you. I see your beauty close and far, At home and when you're at the bar, And what I see, it . . . Read more

Silence

November 4, 2004 — Have you ever stopped and thought Just how deafening it could be? How such a thing, invisible, Can cause you so much pain? Certain sounds in life you Learn to live with day to day No matter how uncomfortable Or unpleasant they . . . Read more

Soapy What?

November 4, 2004 — I spend my life in turmoil Get hassle from my peers, For poems are no longer cool And soaps get all the cheers. I lay my soul before you all And tell my tales in poem form. But if they go unrecognized, You've missed the point . . . Read more

The Spark in Life

November 4, 2004 — "Carpe Diem", one once said. "Seize the day" before you're dead. For the one you love, you're always praying, Expect return without you saying. You come so close to telling all, To summon up each ounce of gall To tell her how you . . . Read more

The World's Most Famous Skyline

November 4, 2004 — I remember getting up that day feeling sorry for myself, I hadn't had much sleep; the kids had made a lot of noise. I thought night-shifts were a killer and tonight would be another Until I switched on my TV and saw what horror really . . . Read more

Weeds & Flowers

November 4, 2004 — Life is like a flowerbed Full of weeds and flowers. Sometimes it's hard to realize The choking, smothering powers That weeds can have on pretty plants All through their lifetime hours. Looking on our flowerbed I reflect upon . . . Read more

While You're Sleeping

November 4, 2004 — It's 3 in the morning and I lie awake again Thinking of the woman deep asleep beside me. The only thing that keeps me sane Is the comfort that she gives With innocent face of dreaming And the breathing of the child within That . . . Read more

Working Man

November 4, 2004 — Sitting in the canteen and my mind is all aflutter I stare into my sandwich box and think myself a nutter. With wonderful wife and kids at home, The dog chews furniture like a bone, I go to work to earn the bread but always feel I'm . . . Read more

Hung Over Again

November 3, 2004 — Look at you! Hung over again! Just look at the awful state you're in! With bloodshot eyes and stubbly chin, You're mouth feels like a butchers' bin. That sole of shoe once was your tongue, No painful head when you were young. Each . . . Read more

Bars Upon His Windows

November 1, 2004 — A mediocre person with a mediocre life who, regardless of all others Cause trouble, toil and strife For parents when he was so young and wife who should have had him hung, He thought himself to be above The effort needed to show . . . Read more 1