Ivan Donn Carswell Poems on Name (9 Poems)
Worthy Places (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
There were some worthy places where we could escape, avoid the heavy weight of living in a densely peopled space; the first was to the outside loo (the only loo but where at least the toilet paper could be read), … Continue reading
We, The Living (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We, the living, buried deep in selfish grief strive to comprehend the passing of your hour, minds are numbed, aghast and grasping for some sense of revelation, seeking analgesic succour in our weeping, searching for respite from clamoured conscience shattered … Continue reading
The light was always you (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
In the beginning there was light, abundant light that truly lit the way, time was never lost in dodging flights of feckless shadows and darkness seldom ever blight the brightness of our days. And when the shadows came at night … Continue reading
The Hunt (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in an orchard where mayhem’s scant held on a leash. Abigail Belle’s the first into line, although not their leader, her … Continue reading
Talk to me of love (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Talk to me of love with wonder in your eyes, of limber magic flying through the veiling air and soft-edged silks trailing in a vintage plume, the bloom of fragrant lavender intimate in your hair – and I will recline … Continue reading
Her gentle hands (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
She came at night, her gentle hands defused the ticking bomb that was his brain, she soothed the pain and drew his livid length inside, she sat astride to weld his broken head with anxious gaze and clever hands, gave … Continue reading
For Siggy & Bill (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I awoke with two poets in my bed, books I chose from the library, possibly intent on a swift read while schmoosing for poetic leads. My motives are appallingly plain, a head bereft of fine ideas although biographies are not … Continue reading
Does the name toll a bell? (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Let them declare Jihad then, let them despair that I will speak the truth as I see it, and where that truth bears brutally on their lies I will have applied my brand of terrorism as desperately as they do … Continue reading
Dead man’s clothes (Ivan Donn Carswell Poems)
Growing up, I propose, is like wearing a dead man’s clothes. Death has a way of levelling the ground. I have found the closer your relationship the closer the fit; the unsettling bit is the fear of not fitting the … Continue reading
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Time - Mind - Night - Sense & Perception - War & Peace - Dreams - Place - Sadness - Light - Life - Man - Thought & Thinking - Faces - Reasoning - Space - Youth - Fate & Destiny - Soul - Love - Fear - View All Ivan Donn Carswell Poems