by Kevin M Welsh | Nov 26, 2006 | Poetry
A tree there stands, whose virtue seen is only part of that unrevealed. The green a vibrant, temporary cloth… The bark an ever present shield… Yet, unmanifest belie the fundamental roots within the encumbering earth concealed. So silently did I speak to myself… that I...
by Kevin M Welsh | Nov 26, 2006 | Poetry
The balmy season is upon us… And we savour the warmth of an old and welcomed friend. How we have long sought your presence When beleaguered by the onslaught of winter. Our garniture is festooned with all that is dynamic and vibrant, And we are spoiled in the abundance...
by Kevin M Welsh | Nov 26, 2006 | Poetry
He lived a good life…now he is gone. He’ll toil no more…his work is done. The coffin in which the corpse is laid Is nothing much and roughly made. The once noisy streets are now so still… The window he looked out of, hands on the sill Is now a rotting window...
by Kevin M Welsh | Nov 26, 2006 | Poetry
It was ‘Roots’ that did for me. “Hey! Monkey man, call me Massa,” they said… “Hey you! Nigger, call me Massa Boss,” they said… “Massa Boss Sir,” they said… I felt like I died… ‘Chicken George’ they called me… ‘Kunta Kinte’ the slave. I did not want to be there…not in...
by Kevin M Welsh | Nov 26, 2006 | Poetry
The passage of autumn Is like the transient passage of human emotional experience. The promise of summer’s warmth and comfort Gives way to the threat of winter’s cold and treachery. We shed our confidence and security, And rid ourselves of our raiment. We are helped...
