Poetry: Haikus and Limericks on Trust
Written by members of our Autumn 2022 Reading Group
A reading group based out of Dublin
chose a topic ignored cuz it’s troublin’.
Trin-i-tee didn’t care,
UCD met the dare,
With discussions that left some* a’strugglin.
For that topic — like air,
or a bald man’s despair**
whether social construct,
or a norm that got f#*%ed*** : o
seems a problem when it’s just… not there
* hesitantly raises hand
** with apologies for the hairist slight
*** not sure if criteria for limerick includes lewdness, so am checking that box off; pronounced with a Canadian “uh”, not a Dublin “oo”
by Rob Harvie
I’m the hand-drier
Waiting silently to work
Now it’s time – hot air
by Iarfhlaith Watson
There once was a concept called trust
To analyse it was a must
So on Thursdays at two
What else could we do?
But meet Adam and have it discussed
by Imelda Maher
In the autumn wind
Finding what it is to trust
Knowledge extended
by Lucas Dijker
Chain
Crowded bus stop. Rain.
Waiting for the bus to arrive.
It doesn’t. I’m late.
by Katerina Pavlidi
Time has come for us to meet
The time for trust was now
Under a specific time
During a specific era
With different times we understand
What is the trust?
Is it a matter of time?
Time is 2pm….
by Yota Deli
A baby has trusted its mother
And through this encounters the other
Through the other’s caresses
She learns she possesses
A self she can trust and discover.
by Adam Kelly
There was once was a mother with daughter,
The rules of society she taught her,
With literature and art,
She taught her in parts,
But trust was thrown out with the bath water.
by Phil J. Ryan
Bickering again,
Everything shall return to
The baby paper.
by Alexander Kroll
I stopped my early breakfast
Thinking of all that we had discussed
It shocked me because
The question never was
To trust or not to trust.
by Somsubhra Banerjee
A trust themed zoom call
Behind a digital veil
Wisdom from afar.
by Alexander Kroll
Vulnerable now
To the elements. This is
The nature of trust.
by Adam Kelly
Thirty page reading,
I turn the final leaf –
What is this trust thing?
by Phil J. Ryan