I watched my grandsons
Making marks on paper
Eager to express themselves abroad
The beginnings of a lifetime
Of expression
I hope they find direction
And the road
Here am I autumn
Of life’s journey
Making marks in verse
My poetry
Wanting to express myself
As always
Say it right and true
Exquisitely
I have written screeds
I have them all about me
Essays lectures homilies
The lot
But now I find
The energy for writing
Reduced distilled condensed
Melting pot
Poetry now
My favoured occupation
Writing verse
Trying to express
The essences of life
As I have found them
The humour and the sorrow
And the stress
Communion
The purpose of our writing
Express the inner self
To outside world
Heart speaks to heart
Our best endeavour
When I love you
You love me
Is heard
Brian Fahy
24 June 2021
Erris Poetry 