LIFE by Paul John Roach Life. It’s precarious. My dad was taken (As they say) At 52, Which I consider young Being now 67 And hoping For a few more good years. The length of days Is immaterial, of course, The 27 Club, for instance, D H Lawrence 45 Shakespeare 52 Elvis 42. What are […]
True Story from South India Poem by Paul John Roach The wild bulls of the evergreen hills The Gaur Have left their hoof prints On the path where we walk Eight thousand feet up In the blue Nilgiri Mountains. They press their two thousand pound bodies Into the tropical earth above Ootacamund. If we met […]
Raccoon With a three pronged garden tool I lifted the animal’s lumpish head beyond the chimney flange and it lay, pivoted on its neck, looking down on me, so young and light-eyed that it startled me into thinking it was still alive. I put the tool down and with a gloved hand gently pulled it […]
Say, Don’t Say By Paul John Roach Don’t say We wasted a minute, We were thoughtless or Profligate with time, We could have done better, We let it slip away. Say We were here, Even when we apparently weren’t, It was still going on, It was ours. The celebration Is in the ordinary moments And […]
Seeking For Dannie Abse, Welsh poet, writer, physician. 1923-2014 Seeking a deeper sensibility Like Dannie Abse’s, I jettison the chaos of memory For the right word And the right resonance, The psychological deep end That refracts A swimmer, Forgetting how to swim, A child, In the boots of age, Wryly recording What looks like a […]
Zen By Paul John Roach Using thinking to explain non thinking, Using words to explain the wordless, Committed to the struggle Of elucidating the effortless, Why is it the purest joy And the uttermost horror Are part and parcel Of what the Universe allows. Tenderest care And classic indifference Coexist In the turning of a […]