Liverpool poems
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
Light Speed
The weary star,
Fast falling
From a velveting sky,
Cannot dim the
Brightness of her eye.
For her heart’s chart knows
Just where that opalescence goes
To find its new day’s strength
That binds in golden bonds
Those that cannot meet so soon;
Brother sun and sister moon.