by Graham Cordwell | Oct 6, 2007 | Poetry
Blood red sky, violent Silence that grips the senses Wind that cuts to the bone, but dries the flesh Sudden stillness of the sunset that calms our fears The soundtrack of our lives haunting, sometimes vivid Clinging to a thought of a lover far away Summer turned to...
by Graham Cordwell | Oct 6, 2007 | Poetry
I have been labelled What am I worth? In a society that doesn’t care Cost-effective, best practiced, clinically excellent My “best before” date is long since passed Arthritic joints compete with wasted muscles Body couch-bound and clamped in situ A life...
by Graham Cordwell | Oct 6, 2007 | Poetry
Running the corridor that never ends Searching relentlessly the wall of doors Revisited by smells and visions Vivid as the reality that shattered into my consciousness Dulled by alcohol and indifference Warmed by the hearth of a strange fire Do you know this place?...
by Graham Cordwell | Oct 6, 2007 | Poetry
The eyes betray the pain Hollow, empty eyes A lifetime in one glance Blinking moist with sadness In search of understanding Barely holding back the tear Alone, standing to attention A solemn sight for all to view A stubborn look about the face Lips taught with embers...
by Graham Cordwell | Jun 10, 2007 | Poetry
I do not own the causes of my pain But they demand ownership of my mind Grief and trauma are not contagious But no-one wants to be touched by them The unseen wound that never heals The mental scars hidden from prying eyes You pass me by with surprising regularity...
