I watched alone by sunlit edge of pond and meadow touching hands those flirting leaves that twitched and swirled gold dessication incomplete while water ruffling to shore beneath bowed willows’ trailing arms pushed tender shards of russet brown to curl contentedly in reeds no harsh sounds to be heard that day for everything seemed hushed…
Tag: Dunedin
WE
these days there is a shadow on my heart a stone so weighty breathing is suppressed such sadness from this time we’ve been apart and memories of times when we were blessed no sleep while eyes keep searching in the night your warmth no longer felt here at my side without your arms to hold…
Letting Go
This cold, cold earth last resting place I heard your voice you kissed my face then all was gone without a trace in cold, cold earth This hard, hard ground no need for sight for those who lie in this dark night not to see again the sun, the light in hard, hard ground Yet…
Poetry – Memo to self
a rhymer’s style is one that’s neat following form and counting feet free-versers claim their way is better no need to follow to the letter some poems only seem to ramble endless screeds all in a tangle esoteric styles depress me grandiloquence just don’t impress me so what’s the best thing I can do (the…
In Passing
What became of whats-her-name the one who hung around last fall? Or was it spring, I can’t recall? Seemed quite sad and melancholic. We thought she might be alcoholic. Remember her? She was with us at your brothers ‘do’ And we talked of how our nails grew? Well, WE talked, she listened. Or seemed to….