Poems from Garrett Thomas
Not a word to an ounce of pain
Nor a cry to weigh frustration
Because even though I write this here
I’ve given up translation
I’m tired of...
Whence upon did love depart?
Or was she ever there?
One time ago, I’d count it so
That love he did once share
A pity now, and always said...
Richest of the colour blue
Lie the waves asunder
Crashing on the reef
A rhythm without blunder
And yet I stand here silent
For its glory...
Ouch! It isn’t enough some say
So what then is? When it hurts?
When some injury comes and means to stay?
Like a festering splinter
You can...
A life without a reason
Is like a songbird without sound
And unless I am told plainly
How surely I’ll run aground
The sun never rises...