by A.G Conway | Jul 21, 2021 | Poetry
An empty room Provides rest For the visitor Some stay a night Others a month or more The visitor unpacks her bedroll Places her prayer mat on the floor Her tokens on the shelf Her world unfurls To occupy the room As countless have before Each with its own smell Its...
by A.G Conway | May 9, 2020 | Poetry
The shady nook loves the burning sun The stove waits patiently for the freezing wind Your shelter reveals its workmanship in driving rain Don’t waste your life complaining about the heat, the cold and the rain When you could be appreciating the shade, the stove and...
by A.G Conway | May 14, 2017 | Poetry
Where will you go when you leave here? What will you take with you? Listen to the dawn prayer The gathering mist The wind in the chestnut trees The one who gives life Is your constant companion She is the candle in the darkness The still point in the storm Everything...
by A.G Conway | Feb 1, 2017 | Poetry
You believe your inner feelings are a private realm Hidden from view Invisible Like an imaginary friend. But whatever is harboured deep within your heart Becomes your signature, Your imprint Your lasting scent. It is etched upon your face And leaks from your gaze. It...
by A.G Conway | Dec 15, 2015 | Poetry
You have crossed the threshold Into a brand new world. You look around and wonder “what has changed?” Same carpet, same kettle on the stove – Don’t be misled by appearances. The house has a new owner – We can ask ourselves: What do I really want? Instead of moving...
by A.G Conway | Jun 1, 2015 | Poetry
You fill your house with possessions A treasure trove of memories To tell you who you are Here comes another sadness Another disappointment Confirmation That trusting causes pain In a special display case The ancestral heirlooms – Rage from your mother...
