The Sound of Falling Snow
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The Sound of Falling Snow - John Ryan
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Published by AuthorHouse 05/04/2018
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Contents
Mental Illness amongst Friends
Roses Bloom in June
My Polish Poets
Drama Deep Within
A Loving Home
As I Got Older
I Go to Church
The Sound of Falling Snow
Roma’s Legacy
My Many, Many Books
A Slow, Slow Walk
A Springtime Walk
Rest at Last
Christmas Time
My Irish Soul
A New Poem
Winter
My Coffee Shop
An Open Fire
Robert Frost
On a Summer’s Day in June
Full Moon
My Legacy
My Sister’s Grave
I Want to Love
Pondering
The Hawthorn Bush
The Sound of Falling Snow (3)
Robert Frost (2)
Inspiration
Life So Cruel
A Troubled Spirit
Departed Souls
The Naked Tree
White Sheet
My Prayer
Frost
My Active Mind
To a Robin Redbreast
Death Wish
The Squirrel
The Sound of Falling Snow (4)
A Poem Being Born
Early Morning Light
Poets Unite
An Old Man’s Beady Eye
I Long for Africa
My Loving Dog
Life in the Soul
Visiting Family in Pretoria
Busy Writing All the Time
The Bare, Bare Trees
The Mountain Roads
Cemetery on November First
Write, Write, Write
What Poets Say
An Old Man Died
My Postman
Spring at Last
My Son Revisits Me
The National Gallery
Humbug the Cat
Composing
My Empty Page
I Am a Loner
Snow Flurries
Inner Peace
I Am Devoted
Advent
Monkish Chants
Three Fifteen
Happy Through the Night
The Gods I Place on Notice
Mesopotamia
That Day in Old Saigon
I Take the Infant in My Hands
November Gales
Tashkent
I Feel for All the Lonely Now
My Triplet Sister Anne
The Sound of Falling Snow (2)
Six a.m.
Poets from Across the World
Ten Million Dewdrops
My Heart Is Upbeat
An Irish Cemetery
Like a Trappist Monk
Making Poems
I’m Committed
A Mild Winter’s Day
Shimmering Shafts of Sunlight
Raindrops
The Lonely Folk
Wild, Wild Winter’s Night
A Listless Morn
Retired at Last
Arcadia
One Day at Work
In the Springtime Park
Daffodils and Snowdrops
A Poem
At My Sunday Church
I Get No Pleasure
My Geraniums
Deep Inside My Being
Enough!
Oftentimes
The Gypsy Melodies
I Want to Tell a Story
My Triplet Sister’s Grave
Mental Illness amongst Friends
A word of wisdom to the wise concerning
Mental states amongst the many folk I met
As the moon shone on corridors in Bedlam’s
Frozen wastes.
These poor souls were frozen out from humankind’s
Kinder ways. We formed unsteady bonds, broken
When we left for good—or so we thought back then.
Incarcerated yet again in months, newer bonds were
Formed, endless cycles of enduring faith.
Mental illness is still a scourge, not least to those
Who’re left behind to worry and to fret. I’ll ne’er
Erase the memories of Bedlam’s putrid ways. I simply
Can’t comply with dictates from on high this hour. ‘Get
A grip,’ they say, but little do they know.
A constant state of torpor overcame these new-found
Friends. But they suffered all alone through the endless
Nights. The days were just the same. My soul went out
To them. I still recall the many talks we had. Today I
Wonder where they are, if they are safe from ill, and
Ill-informed comment amongst the literati of the world.
Bedlam must disintegrate; it serves no purpose but to
Cause the pain unique to friends of mine who’re close
To me. Bedlam I did curse back then. Today I curse it yet
Again. ‘It serves no good,’ I say. ‘Let them free,’ I plead.
Roses Bloom in June
In my Garden of Delights, the roses bloom in June.
I sit and hear the sap and watch them gain more
Strength as days wear on in languid form, delightful
To the eye.
Geraniums are jealous, I do sometimes think.
Combined, they form the perfect scene in my secret
Garden space. No life without a garden, in my crazy
View.
But my roses lead the way, colours, hues eternal deep
Inside this poorly head of mine. They are my solace in
Old age. A heavy scent exuding now, I sniff and sniff.
Again, I can’t resist this hour as summer nears its peak.
A rose forever in my hand, rose fever in my heart.
Better this year than the last, perfection now for me.
Sipping slowly, I doze off, contemplating roses grand.
My special time when roses grow, days dawdling in
The dizzy scent, my tablet spewing out my poems grand
And plentiful.
June and roses made for fun and happy thoughts of glee.
Summertime and roses time, time to spend composing
Verses varied that may just last.
The roses need some water now, but not until the sun
Is spent. Evening coolness just in time. I’m so arthritic
I can’t manage it alone. The splashing water sound is
Heaven’s gift to me. Tomorrow’s roses all the more exotic,
Of this I’m sure.
My Polish Poets
Szymborska, Milosz, and all the rest are so, so close to me
This day. We do converse and set the tone for all my
Work. Check them out, I urge you all, there’s much to
Gain.
I cried the day Szymborska died. Remembered all
She said. Milosz came to me one day; we’ve been
Good friends ever since.
Zbigniew Herbert, Polish poet, has credentials
That appeal to me. These three poets keep me sane
In my old age alone. I peruse them in my coffee shop
Early morning and at night.
Others are so close to me this hour, reading on my
Tablet happily. I fell in love with Polish ways forty
Years ago. Poland has been good to me. Especially the poets.
Chopin too, of course.
Long may we share this mutual love. Forever and a day.
A hundred years and more.
Drama Deep Within
As I venture out to face the world, there’s stirring.
Deep inside depression—awful, bad. My rape those
Years ago is just like yesterday.
There’s drama in my soul this hour, but outwardly,
I’m looking fine. I hate such moments that can
Cause such pain. Rapists cause such damage is
All I understand just now.
I’m unstable in my mind; no words I have at all.
I’ve dried up, and hands are shaking