• Why nonsense poetry?
  • The Flubberty poems
  • The Blubberty poems
  • Operation Hope
  • Why nonsense poetry?
  • The Flubberty poems
  • The Blubberty poems
  • Operation Hope

    condolences

      

    A letter posted through the door

    Alongside some bills fell on the floor

    I picked it up, ‘twas stiff and hard

    On opening, inside a card

    Some flowers, a dove, and sunshine rays

    A harbinger of Covid days.

    Inside a message, what is this?

    ‘Sending our condolences’

    Condolences? How very strange

    The word our feelings rearrange.

    Condolences. What does it mean?

    Communicating thoughts unseen

    Sympathy for grief and sorrow

    Some thoughts to guide us to tomorrow

    Condolences. Helping us to move away

    From tears and fears, to find a way

    Through a time, we’ve never known

    A time of living all alone.

    Our partner dead, it can’t be true.

    What to feel? What to do?

    Condolences. Are they for us or for the sender?

    Salving words our grief to render.

    Condolences, like raindrops on a parchéd earth

    Condolences, to shoots of hope they do give birth.

    Who would have thought could be this way?

    Condolences. Leading us towards a better day.

    Condolences. Thank you, thank you and thanks again

    Helping me to bear the pain.

    Love exists. Love is here.

    As in condolences it does appear.

    Condolences. A simple word

    Allowing feeling to be shared.

    A time for love, from you to me

    Condolences. Our shared humanity.

     

     

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