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The Night Grandpa Died

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Below is a short poem I wrote about a year back. It is a very personal one that I have ruled out of any future publications due to knowing it doesn’t have the ability to resonate with other people, plus it not quite being ‘good enough’ in my opinion, so thought I would share it with you all.

There is a true story behind this one, which is that one night I was in bed and woke up to a strange calm feeling and I could feel someone comforting me. I knew I wasn’t alone, but I wasn’t scared, in fact, quite the opposite. The feeling only lasted about a minute and the next day I had a phonecall to say that my Grandpa had died.

The Night Grandpa Died
The gentle stroking of my skin disrupts me from my sleep. An invisible being emanating love and happiness down onto me. And calmness. The reassuring patting of my leg and the strange feeling of goodbye. Weird how I can feel someone with me when there’s no one there, as I search for a face, or even just an outline. But my heavy eyes soon shut again, and the few seconds of comfort disappear.

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I failed poetry

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I have always been more for writing novels and short stories, but when I am feeling down I focus on writing poetry. I always considered my poems to be of a good quality, but apparently I was wrong, because I gave in my poetry portfolio to university and failed!
An example of one of the poems is:

Lost

I lay down on the pavement,

The streetlights blind my eyes,

I don’t know where to look –

I’m running out of lies.

I don’t know who to turn to,

Where to go,

Or what to do,

Shelter’s not an option,

Though my lips are turning blue.

The pavement’s hard beneath me –

And stones stick in my skin.

Stars are shining brightly,

Although the moonlight’s only dim.

But a shadow’s getting closer,

So I shut my eyes and groan,

The man kneels down beside me,

Whispers – “we miss you, please come home!”

Now although the lecturer thought that my attention to detail was good, apparently the rhyme and rhythm is ‘childlike.’ So I am rewriting my portfolio hoping to pass second time around!