Sunday, 20 February 2011
You looked me in the eye
And said “I don’t do sci-fi”
Why can’t you understand
It’s not about Lego or 3D or boxsets
But courage, understanding and love
And how being selfish
Can lead to evil, anger and pain
Shall I explain it again?
I don’t expect you to get it
But I want you to get me
By showing you the meaning
You will know my depth of feeling
You see an obsession
A man/child regression
But without it I’m lost in space
With no North Star to guide me.
(Written for the One Stop Poetry Sunday Darth Vader Challenge)
Saturday, 19 February 2011
She asked nothing of me
But I owe the world to her
Now I’m left without my friend
I don’t know which way to turn
My right brain has flooded my left
I can feel it all through my skin
It’s a feeling of lightness and weight
It has really begun to dig in
My body shakes with a life of its own
I hold back the tears at the smallest thing
I don’t understand anything anymore
I just want to scream out
It’s not fair.
Poem by Libby written in 1995. Julie and I used to work together in London and she died of a rare form of cancer at the age of 37. Writing this poem somehow helped.