love – Angele Toomey Poetry

Sitting in a bar…

Last month I went on a short vacation to a tropical paradise. One evening my wife and I found ourselves sitting in a crowded bar, watching a band set up as patrons continued to arrive. The bar was small. Amongst all of this chaos there was a woman twisting and turning her way around theContinue reading “Sitting in a bar…”

Letting go

Primarily today’s poem is a reflection the slow process of losing someone to dementia, for example Alzheimer’s. All the things you remember become tales from a strange land for them: strange, and frightening, tales they don’t want to hear and you don’t want to tell them again. The poem also reveals a fear that lingersContinue reading “Letting go”

Perspectives

Today’s poetry offering takes an earlier poem and gives an alternative explanation – from the perspective of a moon that managed to break orbit. The original poem is provided and then the rejoinder. Unrequited love To feed an unrequited love Is to be a moon orbiting a planet You are held at a safe distanceContinue reading “Perspectives”

Understanding

If you have read 3 or 4 of my poems before you will know that I often reference particular muses or inspirations. One of the common sources of inspiration is nature, another is love (in its many iterations). Today’s offering was inspired by my Number 1 muse, my wife. So yes, this is an apologeticContinue reading “Understanding”

You become what you say

So, funny story….since I uploaded the poem about writer’s block I have been unable to pick up a pen. Worse than that, the very thought of uploading an old poem filled me with dread. Procrastination, dread and tiredness are conditions that can dig their claws into anyone. Today I finally built up the courage toContinue reading “You become what you say”

Poetry about love, sort of.

A short and simple ‘observation on life’ poem: Unrequited love To feed an unrequited love Is to be a moon orbiting a planet You are held at a safe distance Suspended by the unseen force of gravity It is economical but you don’t really go anywhere Literally and figuratively.

The road less travelled

It’s been a couple of days since my last post. I have been busy around the house etc. Even in a Level 3 Lockdown there’s plenty on the ‘to do’ list. I am not a huge fan of country (or western) music, I think having grown up in a rural area I filled my lifetimeContinue reading “The road less travelled”

Secret loves

According to mafia/crime boss movies, it’s a natural part of married life to have a mistress. She the exciting one who makes you feel alive, your wife is the paragon of virtue and loving mother to the next generation, who perhaps doesn’t understand the real you. I have a mistress, and this is the poemContinue reading “Secret loves”