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

…and yet when finally I drew back the curtain, life was still there ticking away as always. For in truth, ‘time really does wait for no one’. My self-all-absorbing grief, is only a very small pothole along the much larger global road of life. I don’t care, it is my pothole.

I touch her things, my fingers gently passing over her wedding ring and her watch, both of which she had worn every day since we had married some forty eight years earlier. It has been four months since she was stolen away from me, she was taken away in an ambulance and I never saw her again. Even worse I never got to speak to her again. That is what I miss most of all, I will never hear her voice again. It could be, ‘can you pass me the butter knife please?’ or ‘have you read this article in the paper?’ or ‘I love you.’ I will never hear her say anything again. That breaks my heart.

Potholes get repaired but I am like the local council and their repair schedule, I will take forever.

Blank walls…

I miss you so very much my skin aches for your touch

The gentle contact of lovers and experience mixed

But the year of heartache severed the whole

And the love in my heart cannot now be fixed.

I lost my girl so cruelly to the ills of life

The best half of two was you, my wife

Now I sit here and stare at blank painted walls

Where I’ll sit for the rest of my life.

How sad life can be, how stark and cold

How riddled with grief can we cope

How lonely the life that gets left behind

Close your curtains, abandon all hope.

©JRW – Blank walls…2021

Wasted…

It was becoming a bad habit

Constantly drinking himself to oblivion.

Four Roses was fine Kentucky Straight bourbon

But it couldn’t go on, forever drunk

Vomiting like a slob, covering himself in puke

Waking in the early hours covered in snot and sweat.

He had to get to grips before the grips got him

Time to put the bottle away before he couldn’t

Life was once so straightforward

And then it wasn’t.

©Joe Wilson – Wasted…2021

…and having moved on, where to go

His active brain just did not know

And so, he tried to think a while

An hour passed and then a smile.

He`d take up writing, yes, he would

Able, or not, deciding he could

And so, he took his brain and quill

Then sat for hours, thinking still.

The page was bare, and hunger called

At lack of progress, he was appalled

But after lunch he did decree

The page would fill, just wait and see.

The lunch was long, the wine did flow

Refusing top-ups, he got slow

And so, he slept all afternoon

Finally woken but far too soon.

His head was sore, his own fault, true

But nausea called, twas to the loo

Where all his sorrows left his gut

More care in what goes in he`ll put.

No words he`d writ, no words at all

This writing lark was not a ball

He couldn`t put the thoughts together

Drunkenness made it heavy weather!

So, he would try another day

To put on paper things to say

And nauseous still, he went to bed

To rest his unproductive head.

©JRW2021…Writing when drunk.

A love so true…

And though she who I so loved is now glorious free

I still feel the lightness of her love surrounding me

For as I have reduced by so much painful sorrow

Yet she warms my heart to help me find tomorrow.

And realise I how great a gift that I was granted

A love so true could never be supplanted.

©JRW2021…A love so true.

Untitled…

The hardest part is the loneliness

Where once the room seemed so full

Then suddenly, you left the room

And all that’s left seems just dull.

Alone with all my memories

Of a lifetime spent with you

We knew the time would come one day

And so it did — but far too soon.

I can barely think a single thought

Without you play some part

And though you are now ash and dust

You’re always in my heart.

I write these words down only to ease the ache in my chest

The words that can’t do justice to the half of us that was best.

©JRW2021

A new kind of Autumn

Darkness came

Autumn descended

Brightness left

Summer ended.

The virus lingered

People were dying

Autumn this year

Has many crying.

The third act in the year

Such bright red hue

This year – Corona

And the two metre queue.

With no end in sight

People are frustrated

Millions in lockdown

Truly deflated.

©Joe Wilson – A new kind of Autumn…2020

Unmonitored Courage

It was so hard to tell what was being said
The nurse was completely covered
Her voice so distorted through the mask she wore
She was his saviour, into her hands his life he’d put.
And through it all he wrestled with his guilt
The disease he’d caught on holiday with friends
Some of whom no longer lived as he now seemed
He hoped he hadn’t passed it on as seemed the trend.

Nurses, doctors, cleaners too, all played a part in caring
He was amazed at courage that’s never shown to us
How close they monitor each slightest change in him
And others too, they tend them all without a fuss.
And some of them, so close to this such dire threat
Still will come to work amidst such death
And suffer too a fate so awful to us all
As they as angels take their final breath.

And so it goes
And so it goes
Some things are that deadly.

©Joe Wilson – Unmonitored Courage…2020

This is not any kind of ode…

Why do we put power into the hands of fools? They buy their way in in the main of course, but we in turn vote for them. What reckless fools are we! If we look at the countries currently being led by women it becomes clear that they have a far, far better grip on the realities of coronavirus than those being led by bull-headed and sometimes terrifying men. Germany, New Zealand, Iceland, Taiwan, Finland, Norway and Denmark are all handling the crisis far better than the UK, America, Russia, Brazil, Mexico, India, The Philippines, Hungary, not forgetting Israel either. Their approach has been honest for a start, they have been swift to act, and they have been decisive. We have still much to learn about this terrible virus and these women leaders seem more open to understanding this and wiser in their sharing knowledge with those who they care for.

For far too long women have not been encouraged in any number into the decision making process of leadership roles. It is a terrible shame that it takes a crisis such as this to show quite clearly that women are more than up to the challenge.