Owl Monologue by Paul John Roach “It’s good to be nothing,” Said the owl in the windless night. “Only you know my meaning, mouse, Skittering in the apparent darkness. Nothing is everything That’s what they say, The wise, like me. I perceive And I am successful. It’s the power of positive thinking But with a […]
This is a poem I wrote about the Romans in Wales. I dedicated it to Emperor Magnus Maximus (Macsen Wledig in Welsh) who was based in Britain and features in the ancient book of Welsh myth The Mabinogion where he falls in love with the beautiful maiden Helen. The Romans in Wales By Paul […]
Whatever It Is By Paul John Roach I am a guest In varied landscapes. I pass the time In days or decades. I am attached To a line in the sand. I look for confirmation In dream. I laugh conditionally As I search for joy. When it’s over How could I help myself? I am […]
Pooling Water (Homage to Saraswati, the river goddess of knowledge, music and art) Pooling water attracts the goddess and the swan In the flow is light and the light moves on. It moves on because it cannot stay Everything that blooms experiences decay. Pooling water that is full of seed and sperm Creates the conditions […]
LIFE by Paul John Roach Life. It’s precarious. My dad was taken (As they say) At 52, Which I consider young Being now 67 And hoping For a few more good years. The length of days Is immaterial, of course, The 27 Club, for instance, D H Lawrence 45 Shakespeare 52 Elvis 42. What are […]