Liverpool Tales from the Mersey Mouth - A book by John Williams
"This is a wonderful collection of writings by
John Williams. While it isn't specifically about the Beatles,
they are clearly a part of the story, along with the very fiber
and fabric of the city that influenced him and them as well.
The pieces are short, well written and filled with a delicious
sense of humor that shines in the titles as well as the essays."
Jan Perry, Cincinnati Post
"John Williams writes in the language of Liverpool,
a Scouse scribe who brings to life the people and places, inner
thoughts and outer images, the vigour and vitality and essentially,
the iron humour of a unique city."
Bill Harry, founder of Mersey Beat
This is a sample of my poetry that had been consigned to poetry limbo for years. As Coleridge once remarked,
"Poems are never finished, they are simply abandoned."
Poetry is a solitary occupation and so I have never been part of any ink crowd. My poetry is a mixture of the formal, such as Villanelles, and free verse. Some of it is an attempt at a lyric form, and I suppose is more correctly called song. Poetry is a difficult medium for people as it presents a conflict of perception because it stems from an oral tradition thousands of years old, yet we insist on reading it as if it were prose and so we encounter problems of understanding. Poetry is nothing if not a motion picture show, a flowing stream of images carrying ideas in its meandering course. I hope you enjoy mine as it contains images of my life.
John Williams
Blight
How our days are wasted
All frittered out of hand
Like fine wine left untasted
Or flowers sown in sand
Like sand they will not gather
Through our fingers slack they slip,
As water from a glazeless vase
Our hours, deliquescent, perpetually
drip
Eventually our squanderings
Form a deep and sullen pool
Now somehwere in its murmuring
Depths,
A tearful voice cries,
"Fool!"
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