Born in Windsor Ontario in 1960, Greg grew up in 4 small towns throughout Ontario before moving to London in 1970. An electronics technician graduate of Fanshawe Colllege in 1982, Greg began writing extensively and has continued ever since. He is most passionate about poetry. His other interests include music, astronomy, philosophy, photography, foreign languages, and gardening. Greg’s work can be seen at or is forthcoming at Exercise Bowler, 20 x 20 Magazine, Lines and Stars, Shangri-La Shack, The Toronto Quarterly, Yes, Poetry, 1000 Acts of Kindness, Ascent Aspirations, The Light Ekphrastic, Carcinogenic, Steel Toe Review, and other fine journals. He has also published 5 poetry collections. You can find him on Facebook.
Searching for You
during the inkiest of nights, crying
on the precipice
fully aware, might you respond,
I could develop wings.
I’ve searched for you
within the domains of possibility:
coffee shops, bustling urban areas,
bus terminals connecting
countries and lovers and
I’ve spotted you, stretching
as lanky as a sycamore toward
celestial heights,
bird of paradise with wings
well-kempt and under
the impression my optimistic eyes
would see you sense their burning
and you spun around.
I’ve sought you
while I was fatigued and parched
as the driest August day,
quaffed your name
from forest fountains and
still needed quenching.
I’ve pinned my face
to the haloed moon,
blasphemed the stars cognizant that
the blackness is to be
recriminated, how large this
globe actually is and
fortunes are minuscule,
transitory
with each quickening minute
and yet I remain alone
plummeting into rocking ravines
below a setting sun
that even they’re sapient
about your long silence.
So powerful…my heartstrings are still in motion from Gregory Gunn’s strong, strong pluck….
sad journey
progress
sad journey
Thank you – well planned.
we human’s search and search
VERY GOOD POETIC READ!
Love the poem. All strong stanzas, but ove the last one.
LOSS that keeps going…
Loss!