I never could remember
The word for goodbye
No matter how much
I tried and I tried
Lots of other words
Sit my memory
I could tell you my name
Ask how you are
Reply when you ask the same
But goodbye I just can't retain
Maybe a subconscious protest
Persistent forgetting of goodbye
Begging me to notice
My best alternative, shnorkalut'Yun
Not saying goodbye
An unfinished journey
That it still does hide
The sweet tide
Of memories keep this spark alive
Waiting for my feet
Again to arrive
Memories of the last handshake
The sights of mountains
That caused my soul to quake
Dreams at night, smiles as I wake
My memory still chases
In the meantime
I can only say good night
Until the next flight
Dave James Horn ©
Never goodbye; just thank you, see you soon.
A poem inspired by a friend taking selfies in every possible mirror.
A poem about the power of passion
The feeling of smiling and laughing, after a long abscence
This is a poem I wrote a few years ago called Sowing Love, about the nuturing beauty of how we love and how that reveals itself. Happy Valentines Day!
A poem that first came to me seeing the beefed up patrols in the Channel, and echoes I heard from that in the media.
Happy New year! I hope 2019 is filled with joy, laughter and flourishing!
After an abridged version appeared on Dominic King’s BBC Radio Kent show Monday 17/12/18, here is the full length version of Twinkle.
This is a poem written back in the Summer for Byron Vincent’s Love Box, performed at the closing event of Normal? Festival of the Brain 2018.
A poem for a friend who recently passed away.