Now that I am gone

I
You left your shoes

In the porch, outside the door

You left the upright Hoover

In the middle of the floor

The gate is open

I know you’re in

The car is in the driveway, waiting

I can’t see the cat or hear the dogs

Our house is so quiet now

Mi primera poema espaňola

Aquí el sol hace escondidos con la lluvia

Un momento sol

Un momento tormenta

Hay un viento que lleva puesta etiqueta

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Y hay la primavera como un adolescente

Lúgubre, inseguro

Buscando sus límites

Para florecer

Para sembrar

Para dejar su rastro

© Bellaco 2014 'dedicado a OC'

The Rock Heads

The Rock Heads & Mussenden Temple in the distance

The farm to which this poem relates is a mile to the West of the Mussenden Temple (main blog picture above) we called it  the Rock Heads.

They said you could see Scotland

On a clear day from the Rock Heads

I  saw a patchwork of fields

Where men and machines toiled  till dusk

And uncles told tales of the one that got away