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This is the first poem I ever wrote and reflects my feelings about Barbara’s eyes that captivate me. I have been fortunate to have had it selected for publication in a couple of Poetry books and magazines. It remains very special to both of us and takes pride of place on Page 1.


CORNFLOWER
Cornflower, China and Wedgwood
are beautiful shades of blue.
Yet they cannot compare
with the sparkling eyes
that God has gifted to you.

First published in ‘Rhyme and Reason’ (softback - 2003) & ‘The Voice Of Reason (hardback- 2004)

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Generally speaking, I feel that outsiders have little sympathy or understanding of depression. They seem to either feel that the sufferer should pull themselves together, or count their blessings, as so many are much worse off – or both. Consequntly, I feel many depressives feel the need to wear a mask of normality, or risk losing friends. This may serve to exacerbate the condition.


THE MASK

Why should I have to wear this mask
of normality,
that I hate?
Why can’t someone design crutches
for depression, or even
wheelchairs?
Why doesn’t the world want
to know emotional
cripples?
Is everyone else so damned
normal?
Do they feel they are
looking at themselves
in a mirror,
when you tell them
you’re suffering from
depression?
‘Sorry to hear that; know exactly how
you feel;
hope
you soon sort
yourself
out.
Don’t let it
get you
down.
Must dash.’
Sort myself out!
Sort yourself out, you
condescending, fickle
friend!
Why do I have to fight
this curse
alone?
Why does nobody want to
listen?
Now I understand.
Vincent. This world was never made
for one as beautiful as
you.
Now I understand why you cut
off your ear.
They’re not listening still.
Perhaps they
never
will.

With acknowledgements to Don McLean and Vincent.

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