Originally posted in our shrine of spookiness Shadows Time here is a poem written by Dominic, who now pens his prose over at the Poetry Shelf, so you can go read it there as well.
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Cemetery Tale
Posted by Sara on August 15, 2009
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Severn Beach
Posted by Sara on May 17, 2009
Even more desolate than a seaside town out of season is a seaside town that’s never in season, and the poem below about Severn Beach, once a popular seaside resort – alas no more – captures that sense of forsaken melancholy perfectly. This rather pensive piece of prose comes from our amazing Dominic – who has branched out with a blog of his own so check out: Poetry Shelf for more poems and discussion on all things lyrical.
Out on Severn Beach
Out on Severn Beach
The shingle feels the rain
set upon forgotten earth
away from all that’s sane,
the sky frustrates the light
dictating moods below
the bridges’ shadow casts across
that takes away the glow,
voices pass through the air
then descend in to the sea
nothing lasts to tell a soul
nor pass the words to me,
pity takes the evening
when the dormant sleep
for pity stalks the coastal path
where it earns its keep.
Dominic
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Rain
Posted by Sara on April 19, 2009
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Noticed
Posted by Sara on April 9, 2009
Within my gaze are things I’ve never found
upon the ground, often with no sound
across the road that lies within my touch
there isn’t much, that doesn’t seem as such,
by the water across a sandy shore
what’s been before, what won’t happen any more,
fields of golden brown the bakers’ favourite wheat
under my feet, it feels a hidden treat,
laughter amongst family and closest friends
the wounds it mends, the gloom that it transcends,
by day a path and night a mystery
as what we see and what it means to me.
By Dominic
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Bench
Posted by Sara on March 9, 2009
Lining paths across our commons
facing out to sea,
offering the fatigued mass a
place at once to be.
To all a seat of comfort
but it can be more,
loved ones gone but not forgotten
by the sandy shore,
on top of hill tops in the downs
in parks and cemeteries,
around town squares, in beer gardens
beneath wheezing trees.
For me a chance to glance surroundings
whilst others share discourse,
sweet nothings shared amongst laughter
before the strained divorce.
By Dominic
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George
Posted by Sara on March 6, 2009
George was different
to others, like the way he
walked and strangely
stroked his hair,
he muttered in muffled tones
whilst avoiding other’s
glare, bless our George. This
made others wonder why
he seemed so distant what
did he ponder, on and on
this went and then at school
the others thought who’s
the fool, what’s the
story with George?
So they poked him, laughed
and pulled his hair and hid
his scarfe, he’d look upset
they didn’t care. Then
came the punches the
kicks and slaps during
lunches, no mercy shown
the barrage rained on!
In fear George fled
but the others came and
battered him till he bled,
till nothing more was said
by poor old George.
by Dominic.
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Morning
Posted by Sara on January 25, 2009
There’s two tasty titbits of verse for the price of one this week, both courtesy of our rhymer in residence, Dominic.
The morning
The morning comes and takes its place,
Then asks us all to rise,
To work and not a moments haste,
This comes as no surprise,
For yesterday it was the same,
And the day before,
Tomorrow it will come again,
And then for evermore,
Yet each time I crave my bed,
Not the morning rush,
Surrounded by the living dead,
All sitting in a hush,
But if I try and sleep all day,
My job will be at risk,
I’ll see an end to steady pay,
And find myself dismissed,
So I must accept my fate,
Go off to wash and dress,
Leave the house before I’m late,
Along with all the rest.
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Poetry Shelf
Posted by Sara on December 11, 2008
As purveyors of fine fiction, we at Thee Nook have decided to start a regular new poetry blog. This weeks poem is from our friend,the very talented Dominic. The photo’s his as well.
Goodbye cruel world:
I can’t take anymore,
I know I have no worth,
Nor offer any mirth,
I am now such a bore,
I won’t be number one,
No love comes my way,
No luck will ever stay,
I am now done,
I’ll leave this earth,
Take refuge in my grave,
Oblivion for the brave,
No more pitiless mirth,
It comes to pass,
The comfort of my death,
One more maddening breath,
And then my last.
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