The Clock…

That’s what I’d do.

By the time I got there

I’d calmed down

and was smiling at my lunacy.

I did take the battery out though

and decided that next morning 

I would go up into the loft.

I was going to retrieve my

old mechanical mantel clock.

And so I did.

It wasn’t going, so

I removed the back and took out

the movement, laying it out gently,

for I was my normal calm self by now.

Methodically, as my father had shown me

I took the pieces apart and carefully cleaned

each part using the finest clean oil,

one hundred percent synthetic Liberty oil.

I let the spring soak a while, cleaning 

the face and hands and the rest of the body

then using lint-free cloth to dry the parts

I very delicately began to put it back together.

It was a joy to do, I’d missed just – tinkering.

It reminded me of my dad and family. It wasn’t

all good, but the good far outweighed the bad.

When it was all back together, and after a number

of cups of tea, I sat and admired the clock for

what it was. It was a simple, barely elegant,

Westminster chime, utility mantel clock.

Nothing fancy at all, but it had history.

Where my father got it I don’t know,

but it was always on the sideboard

in the front room. That’s a misnomer too.

The front room was at the back of the house.

It took me till I was a teenager to understand

the vagaries of room naming. It was never a lounge,

more a sitting room really. Why it couldn’t have

just been called the best too I never understood,

but there you go. Anyway, I took the clock

and very carefully, set it down on the mantelpiece.

It was now happily ticking away and I was so happy

to see it there. It never keeps the time as well as

a battery-driven digital movement with a created

tick, but the reassuring tick tock tick tock

is so much more pleasant to listen to when you

lie in bed at night and hear it through the house.

A home needs nice clock in it.

©JoeW…2021

A bad day…

Today was a very bad day for me, didn’t leave my bed till two-thirty in the afternoon

I got in my Beemer and went for a drive, couldn’t get out of the house too soon

Days like this are not so frequent, but they ache when they hit me in the heart

You get advice from many folks, they forget to tell you that part.

I miss the gentle cuddles you know, just the feel of her soft skin

The Aromatics Elixir perfume she wore, a little on her arm drew me in

The chats that we had over coffee, I sure do miss her easy way

Coffee hasn’t really tasted the same, not since that awful November day.

It’s been almost a year, I still stare at the walls, the dusting sure ain’t getting done

Twenty twenty-one is like last year, a horror show that’s been very short of fun

And loneliness seems so complete at times, you hide it as best as you can

But it grips at night when you try to sleep, when you become just a sad lonely man. 

©JoeW

Love

What danger lurks in open hearts
And how we fall into its trap
But joy is something we all want
It’s part of a lifetime map.
And those of us lucky in one way
Find a match and a lover for life
And those not so lucky in life’s great test
Miss the wonder, but also the strife.
It’s not for all of course, we differ
But the heart guides us all on our way
Some people stop many times to find love
Finding only that it left yesterday.
Perhaps it’s really about surviving
In this complex world where we dwell
There is much tech interference
But no actual people to tell.
One day we may all live in city blocks
Where no one will ever see a soul
And conversing will all be over the net
And under Big Brother’s control.
But the heart finds a way
It’s its nature
And love will survive as always
Of that you can be sure.

©JoeW – Love…2021

Still hopeful…

Woke up to a beautiful day today

Sun nice and hot, but not too hot

And I felt thankful, just this once

Thankful for all the good things

…………that I’ve still got.

I’d woken to that gentle strain

That is the angelic voice of Jennifer Warnes

Singing Rock You Gently

It’s a kind of magic to wake to

………….and of a life that still adorns.

Perhaps the early signs are there

She’d want me to move on

Crumbling under the weight

Is still a frequent occurrence

But I will still survive

………….and I will love the world.

For love is the only weapon

That is necessary in life

Surely, everybody wants

To be loved and to love in return

………….it overcomes all strife.

©JoeW – Still hopeful…2021

One day…

The old tree was cracked and gnarled
from years and years of rain and wind
and hailstones
The price it paid for being planted
right on the coast overlooking the North Sea
One couldn’t find a signal of any sort way up there
and it was definitely not a friendly place
for mobile phones.
But yet it was the most wonderful
and peaceful place that one could ever
hope to be.
We built a cottage by the sea,
our love-nest if you will
And we fished along the coast all day
and the memory warms me still.
But that was then and this is now,
a life alone in tears
as now another life begins
we’ll see just where it steers.

One day perhaps I’ll visit the cottage where we lay
and soak up all the love we shared
before that awful day.
I’ll go and find the old gnarled tree
and find our names carved there,
her name above and mine below
carved in a heart we’d share.
One day……………

©JoeW – One day…2021

Hugs

Time has moved on
In its inexorable way
And yet,
Though only months have passed
I see the sunshine
Where once there was only black
And dull, dark thoughts.
It’s staggering
What a hug
Will do for the spirit
Just nine days ago
I was hugged by
The grandest of children
To grace the land.
They were eighteen month hugs
And they were
Wonderful!
So uplifting is
A simple hug.
Proof
If ever it was needed
That life does go on
And is worth it
Despite the
Pitfalls.
I felt truly
Blessed. After all.

©JoeW – Hugs…2021

To dust

To dust…

It had all turned to dust
All now broken in bits
All that taken for granted
Well! It no longer fits.
The memories of summers
They’d spent by the beach
All dimmed by the tears
And just out of reach.
Faraway places
They’d loved to go to
He’d probably not visit
Not now, without you.
He goes through the motions
He keeps a nice smile
But he aches deep inside
And he has for a while.
But one thing he’s learnt
He now lives the part
There’s no pain that hurts
Like love’s broken heart.

©JoeW – To dust…2021

Alone in the rain…

I walked along within
a veil of tears
The rain poured down,
a blessed relief
For no one could see
the extent of my grief.

I didn’t know
from where I’d set
As on I walked
time meaning little
I just felt alone,
my heart was so brittle.

The good die young
they also die old
And those left
alone and behind
Have only mementoes
of a lover so kind.

But moving on
I can’t help but look back
I remembers the life
that we both led
And a life now alone
fills me with dread.

©JoeW – Alone in the rain…2021

Trees, we should love them more…

They take their chain-saw armies

And cut down all the trees

To make a chair, a house and cash!

They need the wood for these.

But later, when they couldn’t breathe

And it was far too late to wonder

Oxygen comes from wondrous trees

They’re not just there to plunder.

The world survives by balance

We ignore that every day

And soon there may be no trees left

There’ll be a price to pay.

©JoeW – Trees, we should love them more…2021

Recollections

It still seems strange walking into the living room
And seeing that there is nobody there
It isn’t really a living room in this house anymore
Just a space through which I sometimes veer.
A log fire that I never now light for just myself
And a basket of logs sits waiting – just waiting
It’s an lifeless room just like the rest are
We often sat in there just – debating.

A kitchen we’d just had renewed last year
Yet no-one to cook for anymore
Barely a pan gets dirty these days
Unused I just wipe off dust haze.
There’s an almost empty fridge there too
The food keeps getting thrown out
I haven’t got used yet to buying less
My mind is just so full of doubt.

And a bed that now feels so empty
Where once she lay in my arms
A wardrobe of clothes I can’t yet remove
And jewellery and bracelets with charms.
Though fifty years is a long time to love
Not a second of it would I give up
And I would live every second again
For mine was an always filled cup.

©JoeW – Recollections…2021