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Re-edited and re-published complete wiith missing poem!

What people have said about “Uncertain Times” –

“This is an impressive first collection …. The poems have an easy strength and a directness that is strangely enchanting. Cullen most reminds me of Pablo Neruda not in style but sensibility. An apparent simplicity that is deceptively complex. There’s a lot going on here; love, loss, joy, work, family, trauma and the healing effects of nature. More like a selected poems than a debut, this is a rich, full and adroitly perceptive poetry that shows Cullen to be a quiet, strong and remarkable voice.”

Topher Mills, Poet.

“Your new “Uncertain Times” book is one of the best poetry books I have read – and read again – in a long time.

Peter Thabit Jones Poet. Editor The Seventh Quarry Swansea’s International Poetry Magazine. Playwright. Librettist.

     

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On boxing day

walked out with you

to a special place

under dingy low cloud

as we walked listening

to a mistle thrush sing

from a Holly tree standing

in winter whitened marsh grass

in a swept out fire break.

And Erw Beddau lies desolated in the distance.

for my daughter the bravest soul I know.

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Credit Rob Cullen

First published 2016 – Re-edited, Republished and available on Amazon now!

There is a story to tell! Poetry written over 40 years.

“This is an impressive first collection …. The poems have an easy strength and a directness that is strangely enchanting. Cullen most reminds me of Pablo Neruda not in style but sensibility. An apparent simplicity that is deceptively complex. There’s a lot going on here; love, loss, joy, work, family, trauma and the healing effects of nature. More like a selected poems than a debut, this is a rich, full and adroitly perceptive poetry that shows Cullen to be a quiet, strong and remarkable voice.”

Available on Amazon now.

Absence

…

Present absent lost.

He was here there

but parts were absent

lost on an Italian beach

amid 90 per cent casualties.

…

Locked in a camp

with one water faucet

and 7000 thirsty starving men

waiting for red cross parcels.

…

He never wore

his campaign medals

or marched

up and down

…

Saluting cenotaphs

as old soldiers do

at the parades

each year in town.

…

We lived

with photographs

sealed in a black box

locked under his bed.

…

Photographs taken

of pre-war days

Serpentine deck chairs

of Regents park.

…

Hyde Park

Speakers Corner

on Sundays

and those friends

…

His memories

all gone

now then

and now he’s gone too.

“Absence” First published in “Uncertain Times” ©robcullen

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Performing will be Raine Geoghan, Sophie Buchaillard, Mary Kaye, Mike Jenkins, Topher Mills, Mark MC Smith, Nick McGaughey, Pete Akinwunmi & Rob Cullen.

VoicesontheBridge is organised by Rob Cullen.

More Bridges Less Walls

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A premonition of merciful peace has emerged

In the morning of this day.

And as if in agreement

Your hand opens to the waves.

In a movement of gratitude,

A moment of quiet acceptance.

I have heard you sing

To the waves crests,

Rise, rise from your depths

Rid me of all pain

I am alone wash over me.

…

In this bright early hour

You are at once transformed.

Peace adorns you,

Rests on your face.

I have seen you whisper

To the open sky

Touch me, cleanse me

Rid me of all fear.

I am alone wash over me.

…

Your hair hangs tangled

Stiffly on your eyes,

Green-water droplets

Trickle to your lips.

Your fingers grasp

The waters edge.

The shoreline pierces you,

Welcomes you, calls to you.

I am alone wash over me.

…

And you lying unseen

A curved silken spine

Broken by spite

The savagery of indifference

And the brutality

Of unmourned death

Move without moving.

Knowing nothing, knowing nothing

In your quiet sadness.

I am alone wash over me.

…

I’ve heard you sing

To the waves crests’

Rise from your depths

Rise from your submerged stillness.

I’ve heard you sing

To the open sky,

Touch me, cleanse me,

Rid me of all pain,

Rid me of all fear.

I am alone wash over me.

….

Your mother cries for you in her silence

And mourns for another in her isolation.                        

I am alone wash over me.                                              ©robcullen18^th May 1980.

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Published 2016 Uncertain Times Rob Cullen’s first poetry collection.