Mr Spider

We are comrades in the strugle you and I
Trapped dangling helplessly in the air
Twisting protectively in the evening breeze
Destined to live life in a captive fear
One silken thread our only hope
Fate cruelly in control

Be still, you’re safe in my hands
Delicately placed you scurry away
A crashing fall escapes you
Oh my brother, turn and think of me
Twisting ever faster my thread unwinds
Fate cruelly in control

poem by Adrian Murphy
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Coffee and Strangers

A heavy sadness grips me, coffee and strangers my only refuge.
In-laws chitter and fresh faced children gaily play,
As around me these families make merry,
I flounder in a sea of September days.

I think of my son, immersed in guitars and games
Itching to tell friends of his most recent find.
And wish he was here, where bold painted lions fill the frames
To ease with his talk the solitude locked in my mind.

I think of my daughter performing her most difficult role
As she enters the school grounds each day
And wish she was here with me laughing,
Lifting the weight from my heart.

21 September 2009

poem by Adrian Murphy
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