8 Nov 2009

Stop

I've never been good and finding words to express myself, and when I need them and they're not there I turn to poetry.
This morning I recieved some sad news.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

2 comments:

Angela said...

I'm sorry about your sad news. That is a beautiful poem. It is a good way to express and release what you are feeling. Wishing you the best:)
Angel

Jude said...

Sorry about your loss, Your poem was very sad and heartfelt.