Just a couple I have written recently. The following as a consequence of the poems from the past that keep popping up:
Word Play
It seems with words I’ve played
Since my early days
As snippets now appear
Showing the different ways
That I have expressed my feelings
Usually in scrawlings short
Words of love for my darling
She who has me so much taught.
Often I find this helpful
The unpacking of swirling emotion
Words helping me to find
The source of my devotion.
And, of course, the exploration
Of the deep, deep pain
When life hurls manure
And does my heart stain.
In concepts and ideas we may find
The tools to move ahead
As mental static whirls around
Capturing what it is we’ve said.
Looking for those little slivers
Of what we recognise as joy
Leaving me to conclude that while fun
Words are much more than just a toy.
Brian Matthews, 9-8-23
And another celebrating the birthday of one of my grandkids:
Tilly’s 7
Is Tilly truly 7?
Can that really be?
Time passes so quickly
As we all can see.
I can only imagine
What her future will hold
But I do sincerely hope
Happiness will unfold.
And that her dreams
No matter what they are
Will all come true
And she’ll shine just like a star.
Though the future is always uncertain
Of one thing we can be sure
There are so many who love you
And Pop and Barbara do you adore.
Brian Matthews, 9/8/23
For the birthday of Natalie (Tilly) Mary Matthews on 12/8/23
Brian’s Reflections 