2 Poems by Ian Lewis Copestick

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Lewis Copestick

For now it’s overcast and grey
But, the real darkness is on its way
You can take that as either meaning
On this rainy, late September evening

My father’s lying in the hospital
My love for him makes my heart full
He’s hopefully coming round from the anaesthetic
I’m so scared shirtless, it’s pathetic

After the teenage rebellion and dissent
I realise now what all of it meant
I can’t face a life that is not with’em
It’s cruel to see your parents age and wither

He’s got to stay in, for further tests
I hope that he can get some rest
I hate to see my mother weep
Please Lord, let her sleep

I don’t think he could’ve got a better wife
Or  asked for a better married life
This is the first night I’ve known them spend apart
I see the pain ripping through my mother’s heart

Me and my dad worked together as engineers
I saw a different side of him for over 10 years
A cool workmate, as well as my dad
For the times we shared, I am so glad

He’s a humble man, hard times he’s lived
Scrimped and scraped to feed his kids
If I had my way he’d be sitting on a throne
My dad, the best man I’ve ever known


Earlier it was ‘ Screamadelica ‘
Then it was ‘Marquee Moon ‘
Next was ‘ Ladies And Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space ‘
Then ‘ The King Of The Delta Blues ‘
Now it’s ‘ Tago Mago ‘
Next will be  ‘ The Gilded Palace Of Sin ‘
Or it could be ‘ Easter Everywhere ‘
It depends what mood I’m in
When it comes to classic Rock and Roll, I really know my stuff
It’s every other part of life where I don’t know enough

Bio: Ian Lewis Copestick is a 46 year old writer from Stoke on Trent England.
Although he started writing poetry in 2001, he only started sending them out for publication 8 months ago. In this time he has had over 100 poems and 5 short stories published. He is featured in print anthologies by Alien Buddha Press and Horror Sleaze Trash. His first book Detritus Of The Drunken Night is OUT NOW, published by Cajun Mutt Press.