Three Poems by Tony Curtis, a Dubliner!

I had the pleasure of reading a scene from my novel with Tony Curtis. He is such a generous man and gave us not only a reading from his several poetry collections but also entertained the OOTA writers (Fremantle) with his guitar compositions, talks about his family, his working life and all with a wonderful Irish sense of humour.

What a wonderful poet and generous man!

When Sometimes all I can Imagine are Hands
 
There is a winter within me,
a place so cold, so covered in snow,
I rarely go there. But sometimes,
when all I can imagine are hands,
when trees in the forest
look like they’re made of wood,
then I know it’s time
to take my photograph of Akhmatova
and sling it in a bag with socks and scarves.
My neighbours must think it strange
to see me strapping on my snowshoes,
to hear me roar at the huskies
as I untangle the harness.
But when all you can imagine are hands
it’s best to give a little wave
and move out into the whiteness. 

http://www.tonycurtisirishpoet.com/well_in_the_rain.html