Today I am showcasing two amazing poems by author, Geoff Le Pard from TanGental blog. Geoff is a big supporter of the blogging community and is one of the organizers of the annual Bloggers Bash that takes place in London. He has an array of great books ranging from longer flash fiction, a biography of his mother’s life and a selection of novels. Geoff and I were among the twenty authors how had short stories in Amazon best selling horror anthology, Dark Visions, last year, edited by Dan Alatorre.
And now, over to Geoff:
“Thank you for including me in your readathon
This poem began very early on in my writing life. In 2007 I took a course on poetry appreciation, having begun writing fiction the year before. As part of the course we were encouraged to try our hand at some verse and I was immediately attracted to the sonnet form. I wrote two rather silly humorous pieces that week and polished them over the weeks after. They were my entry into the world of poetry. About a year later I felt the urge to write a poem. I had already found writing poetry hard – I needed a lot more stimulus to write. I need more passion than I needed for fiction. I had tried in that year but nothing really worked. Then we took my son to University in the October and I wrote this, partly recalling my own memories of my first day at Uni, away from home for the first time.
Hand Over
(written after I dropped off my son at University on his first day)
Today you walked away from me.
You didn’t look round to let me see
If you were smiling or close to tears;
You kept from me your hopes and fears
And let me do the babbling chat
As I spoke fondly of this and that,
Memories from a sanitized youth.
How lovely, how fine; so far from truth.
Of course. I sat on my bed that night,
Alone, home sick, nerves held tight.
Would they be friendly, would they be friends?
True companions or means to an end?
Why had I come? Why take a chance?
Was I reading too much in that glance?
You stopped and stared across the lawn,
Profile blurred, I watched forlorn
As you held a pose, firm upright,
Then turned away, and out of sight.
I blew out a long-held breath,
Closed my eyes, ground my teeth.
I held in mind that final frame,
An image that might dull my pain.
A picture of your long straight back,
Cropped blond hair, rolling gait.
You walked away, my darling Sam
This day when you became a man.
On the way home I began the above but I also started a second poem – a sonnet – to my daughter who was then 13. I imagined my life with my daughter from her beginnings to my endings and this is the result.
Hand-Me-Down
Still wet from the womb, she flapped a fat hand,
A mindless hello that captured my soul.
Older, unsteady, like a day old foal,
She gripped me so tight, determined to stand.
She didn’t let go till the first day at school;
Then she wept as I forced her fingers apart.
From that betrayal she developed her art;
Round her finger I’d twist: her so willing fool.
One day, so glorious, and yes there were tears
I released her hand as I gave her away.
I smiled her free, and felt no dismay
At the thought of that other hand wrapped round hers.
Because come what may, when I come to my last
She’ll be holding my hand, as I let go life’s grasp.
In August this year, I totally crippled the guests at her wedding when I read it out – lots of ‘ah’s and sniffles. I’m rotten like that but on a serious note it epitomes to me what I need to generate poetry. Love, passion, emotion. It isn’t a considered or a calculated form of writing, it is far more instinctive and far more meaningful as a result.
I’m sorry that I’ve slipped in two – I just did that for your context – it is the second to my daughter that I’d like to include.”
I included both, Geoff, as they are both wonderful and full of emotion. I also find that poetry requires a lot more emotion from me when I write it.
Thank you, Geoff, for visiting Robbie’s Inspiration today with these delightful poems.
About Geoff Le Pard
Geoff Le Pard (not Geoffrey, except to his mother) was born in 1956 and is a lawyer who saw the light. He started writing (creatively) in 2006 following a summer school course. Being a course junkie he had spells at Birkbeck College, twice at Arvon and most recently at Sheffield Hallam where he achieved an MA in Creative Writing. And what did he learn? That they are great fun, you meet wonderful people but the best lessons come from the unexpected places. He has a line of books waiting to be published but it has taken until now to find the courage to go live. He blogs at https://geofflepard.com/ on anything and everything. His aim is for each novel to be in a different style and genre. Most people have been nice about his writing (though when his brother’s dog peed on the manuscript he was editing, he did wonder) but he knows the skill is in seeking and accepting criticism. His career in the law has helped prepare him.
Find Geoff Le Pard
My review of Life in a Flash by Geoff Le Pard
It is amazing to me how a piece of flash fiction or a really short story can have a huge impact on you. The imagery and idea can bore into your mind and take up residency there so that you keep going back to the idea and turning it over and reflecting on it. To me, a huge reader all my life, a piece of writing that can do that to you is amazing. I found a number of pieces of writing like this in Geoff Le Pard’s book, Life in a Flash.
There are a few pieces with the common theme of planet Earth effectively being used as a plaything of the gods. The gods wreak havoc on Earth when they are feeling a bit boisterous and it has huge implications to the humans that live there. I thought the stories in this theme were really fun and unique.
Cold, Cold, Snow was the story in this collection that made the biggest impact on me. The idea of a woman and her children being intrigued by, and extending the hand of friendship, to an elderly man who is guarding a building site warmed my heart. The weather is terribly cold in the story and the old man has a fire to keep him warm. The fire is quite central to the story as it plays a leading role in the beginning and end of the friendship.
Another story that took over my mind was It’ll be Lonely This Christmas – Please. In under 500 words, Geoff conveys the dreadful loneliness and sadness of the loss of a spouse by an elderly man. He depicts the relationships between the old man and his deceased wife’s friends, his son and an old friend of his during his first Christmas alone and really captures how the old man sees and feels about what is happening around him.
I cam totally get why there were sniffles when you read that out 🥰
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Absolutely, Ritu, these are powerful poems.
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Thanks Ritu.
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How special. The poem to your daughter, Geoff, was perfect to read at her wedding. I am sure kleenexes were required and makeup needed to be repaired.
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They were in a mess but they did seem to enjoy it
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I am sure, Darlene. I made a speech at my wedding and all three of my sister’s cried. It was about our Dad.
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A fellow of infinite jest and formidable writing talent!
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You flatterer!
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Beautifully put, Annette. That sums Geoff up to a tee.
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Both poems reached my depths Geoff -,thanks Robbie for them –
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I’m glad you enjoy them Susan. Thanks for reading
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My pleasure, Susan. Geoff certainly knows how to invoke emotion in a reader.
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I enjoyed Geoff’s comments about writing poetry. I, too, need to be prompted by some strong emotion that I want to capture and share. What I particularly like about the two poems in the post is that the use of rhyme emphasizes the passage from childhood into adulthood because poetry and picture books for young children usually rhyme. Very nicely done! The description of “Cold, Cold Snow” prompted me to put “Life in a Flash” on by TBR list.
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I’m so glad you read and approved Liz and if you do get to my book that’s a real bonus! Thank you so much
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Geoff’s writing is, in my opinion, very interesting and quite extraordinary. His story was the winner of Dan’s writing challenge where all the stories for the Dark Visions anthology were sourced from.
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Based on what I’ve read of his work so far, I’m not surprised.
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Reblogged this on Ed;s Site..
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Thanks Ed!
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Thank you, Ed.
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Beautiful poems. I felt each emotion deeply.
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I am delighted you enjoyed them thank you
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Thank you, Denise. Poems that do that to the reader are the best ones.
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One so sad and the other bittersweet-lovely!
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Thank you Jacquie..
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They are very emotional, aren’t they? Thanks for reading and commenting, Jacquie.
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What a wonderful collaboration with Geoff, Robbie. I love his inimitable style. Hugs to you both!
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Ah you are so very kind. Glad you enjoyed this…
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Geoff’s works are always so unique. You can see his naughty grin as you read many of them. The fact that he can extend to the range of emotion demonstrated in these poems is wonderful.
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Robbie thank you. Would you object if I posted this on my blog?
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No, of course not, Geoff.
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I would be delighted if you boost the post.
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I felt much the same when I sent my daughter off to college. Thanks for the two poems.
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Always a pleasure Elizabeth
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I am sure when the time comes, I will be overwhelmed, Elizabeth. I am already overwhelmed and Michael is only going to high school next year.
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I remember crying when she went off to high school.
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These are both beautiful and heartfelt poems Geoff. Thank you for sharing them Robbie.
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I do think emotion is important in creating good poetry
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My pleasure, Brigid. These poems are lovely.
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What a glorious poem, Geoff. You captured perfectly how I felt when I left my daughter off at college (in the case, the US Naval Academy). I was scared to death–she probably also but wouldn’t show it. Thank you for this memory.
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I can relate to these poems too, Jacqui, even though my boys are still in high school it feels as if they are walking away more than towards me now.
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Pleasure Jacquie. I’m grateful to Robbie to give me the platform for airing them
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I can so relate to your thoughts and feelings when I think back of my daughter’s wedding last year (the only daughter and first child who married). Totally moving to tears. Beautiful, Geoff!
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Thank you for visiting and commenting, Erika. Geoff’s poems are beautiful.
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A pleasure to head over, Robbie! Yes, his thoughts whether poem or short story are brilliant, funny, and thought-provoking.
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Thanks Erika. Im not sure i could have been happier the whole day. It was the ultimate ice cream sundae of an occassion
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You always find the perfect comparison, Geoff! Those are moments and times when we parents could not be prouder and happier indeed!
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They are the best aren’t they?
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Ahhh, yes!!
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What a great idea, Robbie. 🙂
Geoff… I love these poems. What a beautiful thing to do for your daughter at her wedding (lovely photo, too)! I’ll admit, I totally just cried reading the one to your daughter. ❤️
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Thank you, Sarah, Geoff’s poems are beautiful. They exhibit a different side to his writing from his humorous flash fiction and novels.
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Aw thanks Sarah. I rather loved writing it and the response it received.
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Geoff you old comugeon you have me crying 💜
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I am a rat..
Soz
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Yes you are So! 😭💜
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Glad you enjoyed it, Willow.
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💜🌹🌹
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Fantastic guest post by Geoff. And I can only image what a tearfest erupted reading that poem at the wedding. Lol 🙂
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Thank you, Debby, a wonderful poem for a dad to write and share.
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Most touching for sure. 🙂
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I really enjoyed this blog. It’s was really nice to read
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Thank you
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You are welcome
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Glad you enjoyed it Robert. Thank you for coming over
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I keep meaning to catch on some of Geoff’s books, but thanks for bringing us these two poems. I would have been one of the people babbling at his daughter’s wedding, for sure. Congratulations!
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Thanks Olga. And delighted as i would be if you did read something of mine, I’m sure you’ve plenty in your TBR heap!!
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I think we would all probably have a good cry after this poem, Olga. Thanks for visiting.
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Very hearttouching and powerful poems, indeed! Thank you for presenting, Robbie! Best wishes, Michael
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Thank you, Michael. I agree that these are both lovely poems. Geoff is a great writer.
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Indeed, and your figures too. 🙂 Have a beautiful week! Michael
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You too, Michael.
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I’m so used to reading Geoff’s humor that these two poems were a surprise. They made me melt (sniffling at the amazing love of a parent for his children). Thanks for the glimpse at another side of Geoff, Robbie. ❤
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Ah ha! I can be sneakily emotive too. Never trust the man with the beard…! Thanks for reading Diana
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🙂
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My pleasure, Diana. Geoff is not only dark humour, Diana. I have seen glimpses of his more emotional side when he writes about his mother and his family.
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I may need a tissue after reading both of Geoff’s poems. Wonderful and emotional!
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Geoff does pull these sorts of emotional rabbits out of his hat, Teri, and reduce us all to tears.
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I loved both though the second made me shed a tear. Geoffles, as I shall fondly use his familiar name. He knows how to pull emotion, not just from words he writes but from the reader. I have a couple of his books and each time he catches me out, wet face, full heart. Thank you Robbie for this spot of sharing.
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That’s easily the best compliment I’ve received in an age. Thank you Ellen. And even my daughter has started calling me Geoffles!
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You are welcome.
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