Andrew James Whalan

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Category: Poetry (page 2 of 4)

Beyond The Steps

There must be another world beyond the steps
One where people descend to disappear
Or another from which they’ve made the climb
From this  temporal world to another one

Blue Steps

Blue Steps

In the meantime I watch them sit
And shuffle in their place until settled
And wait as they forget all breath
Until they are called back again

Perhaps in that other world
People whirl and spin so free
And dance and sing without fear
But what do they send back here?


Joy is such a bastard
You never know it’s there
Till it sneaks up on you
And clouts you unawares.
Go and ignore the bastard
Bloody well tell it to go away
Too bad now you noticed
It will settle in and stay.

The Forgotten Tree

Ready for the Path?It seems to have fallen upon me
To be the one that assembles a tree 
From its scattered limbs and leaves
Broken trunk, bark and branches

And like a god I start
To take piece and part
Aligned to my careful plan
I build span by span

But when I look at my space
Bark and branches are missing
Leaves lost from their proper place
Limbs  awry and twisting

I scrabble on the ground
To find the missing parts
But as I look down and around
I see the failure of my black arts

To finalise my creation perfectly
I seek new bark and the right leaves
Straighten limbs and branches
To complete my best tree

Which grows unknowingly in my absence.


Grace visited silently
Grace called you gently
But you shouted impatiently
And angrily sent grace away.

Graceless your life stands still
Falsely happy with its fill
Neither giving nor receiving
Living a life quickly receding

Grace though sent away
Still waits night and day
In patience and with forbearance
To provide hope and love in abundance.


Catching Shadows Before They Fall

It's not my failing eyesight,
That sees dusk not daylight,
And the dawn before the night,
For I live in a world of half light.

Yet sometimes I feel lost
Pressed in by a moving forest
Of those taller than me
Whose shadows they can't see.

Looking through that half darkness
Listening to what is not said
Letting silence draw out the truth
To discerning the felt but unspoken

I see them so sure and certain
As they think so themselves
Until I see first the shadows change
Just before they teeter and fall

I try and catch them first
But mostly I miss and fail.



The Past is a Different Country

I’d like to wander back
Return to where I was before
Retrace that same track
Gain my lost promise once more

Now settled I’d stay there
Finally secure, stable and free
Hereafter happy without a care
A past forever just for me

But when I return to the past I’m…

Seeing faces half familiar (I see you so clear)
Hearing words never said (I’m sure I did hear)
Recalling events out of order (We went here before there)
Revisiting actions never taken (I  know what happened here)

And now in that past I ask…

Why have my old maps failed me?
Why is the compass needle so untrue?
Why in the past do I feel so lost at sea?
What stars could guide me through?

And once I return to the present I realise…

The past is a different country
I can journey there no more
In that past I emigrated
And sought a different shore.

The Gentle Heart

I heard those words spoken
From a pure and gentle heart
Once riven almost torn apart
And now complete, healed and unbroken.

I  heard not how your heart was broken
I only heard that heart’s intent
To be a comfort in every extent
To those lost : healing with words unspoken.

The gentle heart seeks comfort and surety for all those who are lost
The gentle heart in its silent moments knows peace for itself is not enough.


The breeze whispers in the silence
I stir and weakly waft it away
It beckons to me in its insistence

I tell it now is not the day.

Like all who have preceded me,
I could too follow that lost way,
I’d rather draw its strength to me

And let me say what I must say.

Perhaps my heart will be finally true
I trust to find the words if I may
But I am certain what I must do

For today will always be the day.

To write the unread poem
To sing the unsung song
To tell the untold story

To live the unlived life.

And perhaps comfort the lost
Or perhaps salve a broken wound
Perhaps shine a light of love
Hopefully in a life of another.

A Moment Everlasting

Unconsciously we crafted a moment
Where we stopped time for a time
And met each other once again
To resume an  everlasting serenity.
I thought I was merely speaking
Wasted words and actions repeating
Yet as I spoke to the others I could see
You were listening, listening completely to me.
And your listening created a unity
That quietly and ever so gently
Reached out and enveloped me
And when you spoke I too was set free.
And now together in that moment
That passes through both you and me
How could there ever be torment?
In a peace we thought we would never see.
Yet we still have that moment spoken
Though the next was lost through me
Yet that first is always unbroken
As the sun by the sky touches the sea.
And even that moment lasts a second
So short that it demands to be mourned
Having now flowed away to the past
But in its shadow of light a new one is waiting.
So we know there will be another
Which we will fashion together
Whether impossible or difficult
Or greater than before.
So let us craft another moment
Not a minute stilted and still
But a thread between hearts
That flows forward to an everlasting one.

A Prophecy of Love

You seek your love from this life,
He seeks you from another
Search for your lover in this life
And he will find you as an other.
Love the lover and let the lover love you,
Let that love complete its first circle,
Past begun and future continued
Know that your love called love forth.


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