Yikes! Poetry Too?
Although best known as a songwriter and lyricist, Tom is also a poet whose work has appeared in The Fiddlehead, Descant and several other poetry magazines. This page will feature some of his poems, old and new.
Yukon winter morning
The sun today is paper-white,
no trace of yellow in its light,
above the hills a hand’s-breadth high,
blinding against the eastern sky.
The moon’s white wafer, still and spare,
floats like a memory on the air,
imbibing the surrounding blue
as if the sky were staining through.
Snow on the shoulders of the spruce,
as yet by no wind shaken loose,
redoubles to the dazzled sight
the sun’s uncompromising light;
or, if in shade, foretells with gray
the swift declining of the day.
Tom Lips 25/11/2021
I began writing something approximating verse when I was 11 years old, and I am still learning. Poetry, good or bad, arises from observation, experience, and the sheer love of playing with language.