i live about forty miles from London in a place called Basingstoke, Hampshire. I have published some seven collections of poetry and have about a thousand poems floating around the web. But more important to me is if someone I don't know were to send me an email telling me they were moved by my work.
The birds started to sing.
They wanted to tell me that another day had started.
I pulled the blankets over my head and they gave up after five minutes.
They started again twenty minutes later
but again I did not want another day to start.
The third time I gave up
and the day started
AND I WROTE THIS.
say they are just words
they are much more than that.
Some say words can kill
and I am sure they have buried a few.
Some people can talk or write for hours
and say nothing.
Others can tell you everything in next to none.
Some can make them shine and glitter and dance.
Some can make you laugh
even at the same time.
Some can show you their soul
bare it before you.
As for me I wish to say nothing
so when you look back upon these words again
they will be gone.
©2015 Marc Carver