Poetry: vespers by Geoffrey Aitken
vespers
did we really talk unconditionally
in those golden days
of change
liberation
opportunity
or was it more casually
through the music of
his undying and
her eternal
our love taking wings
flying us into tomorrow
unfalteringly
undiminished
because i can’t recollect
the markers, the high tides
or the crosswinds
but
i tirelessly recall
the stolen glances
that would have written those conversations
About the author

Geoffrey Aitken is an emerging poet from suburban Adelaide, South Australia, with growing credentials including ‘Glass: Journal of Poetry’ in Ohio U.S. (August 2019) and an increasing number of home publishers. He writes as an older poet concerned about what we’re doing to our youth, what we’re leaving them and the problem of mental health along the avenues. He has experienced hospitalization, is medicated and feels for others who struggle with that pain. He does not dwell. Geoffrey reads at open mic here in the suburbs increasing his audience with every reading. He loves people and poetry equally.
Website: https://poetryfeasting.com/
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Hi Geoff, How marvellous to see you on here. Congratulations 🙂 I love the poem.
Many thanks Lindy
I am Geoff’s Mum and am so proud of his achievements, especially after his struggles with Mental Health.
Just wish your Dad was here to celebrate. Love you Geoff
Joy Aitken
Thanks Mum; it always pays to have your Mum onside.
This poem is one of so many that make me ponder’. Great work, Geoff. It’s a privilege.
Many thanks; your ongoing support is very much appreciated. Geoff
This is a beautiful poem, and I have enjoyed reading it. Thank you
I am very touched; thank you for your kind words. Geoff
this poem is magical Geoff, it transports me