Jeremy by James Laurie

‘Jeremy’ is published on ‘I am not a silent poet’:

 

I am not a silent poet

*Wearing glasses*

I saw Jeremy in Aldi the other day
I think it was Jeremy
He was wearing shorts
It was cold
He was wearing Jeremy’s beard
I was wearing glasses
He didn’t say ‘hello’
He was feeling shallots
Maybe it wasn’t him
I didn’t say ‘hello’
I was squeezing a squash
Maybe it wasn’t him

That’s the funny thing with social anxiety
When you see someone you know and they don’t see you
Or maybe they do see you
And they don’t say hello
Or maybe they are suffering too
And wonder why you don’t say ‘hello’
Or maybe they made a mistake too

*Wearing a hipster beard*

I saw James in Aldi the other day
I think it was James
But he was wearing glasses
James doesn’t wear glasses
And what’s he doing in this part of town
And why didn’t he say ‘hello’?

I must tell him…

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Long Distance Dad

Long Distance Dad is a poem by James Laurie which tells the story of one man’s commitment to maintaining contact with his daughter.

 

Long Distance Dad

It’s just another Saturday morning
Sliding silently out of slumber
The darkness, shrouding all around me
Leaving you in drabbling dreamtime
As I’m sitting drinking tea
Wrapped in the blanket of the excesses of last night

One hundred miles lay before me
Outside this front door
Frost crunching, shivering, dragging the engine into startled life
One hundred clattering horses
Pulling me forwards on this journey
So familiar, back into a time gone by

Dawn breaks as the years roll back
The miles gliding past on caffeine and pills
Revealing the blame and shame of my past
Until I arrive once more outside her door.

And there she is, the one reminder of it all,
Waiting, bag packed with dreams and expectations
Ready to go like one hundred times before

“Hello, my daughter, I’ve missed you. Look how you’ve grown!”
“Let’s spend some time together
Just you and me on our own.”
Each week, each year slip past me,
As the child I left has flown
A young woman sits now beside me
And I feel myself growing old.

But thirty hours are soon over
and we’re back outside her door
“I’ll see you later, much later”
As I head on down that road

And what if the pressure of conformity
Suddenly becomes too much for me?
In the cold light of day
My responsibility far beyond the limits imposed on me
That night she set me free.
After we had spent a lifetime together
All we’d known since our youth
Yet like a supernova
We were blown apart by her truth.

One hundred miles lay before me
I rewind back into my new life
The miles gliding past on sadness and regret
Until I arrive once more outside our door
And there you are
Armed with the excesses for tonight
One to land me, another to ground me
And one more for the road travelled

I wrap a blanket around me
As I fall into drabbling dreamtime
Dreaming dreams of horses and miles
With you slumbering silently by my side.