The Vacancy of Hours
I perhaps have taken on too many words; but within
this vacancy of days what else do I have at my
disposal to quell the hunger of time?
I count the books like pockmarks
on the face of the year;
in the cluster
neat razor nicks.
The television holds
an unplugged mockery,
tempting me with reprieve from
the silence; if only silence was a viable
entity, I could shoot it down to sleep with my pen.
is a poet, editor and arts facilitator. He is a recipient of the Arts Council of Northern Irelandís ACES award 2015/16, and founder of Poetry NI. www.colindardispoet.co.uk