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.
The green hill hulks above the town.
Exhausted clouds are hunkered down
among the cedars, silent, drear,
at the descending of the year.
Like building blocks set down in play,
clutches of buildings crowd the way
between the treeline and the shore:
hangars, houses, a church, a store,
all fragile-seeming, gaudy, thin.
The dark woods always pressing in,
such human handiwork appears
a line of flotsam by the piers.
(c)Tom Lips, August 30, 2019
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.