I was sleeping on a park-bench When I saw a man approach me He was weary – I felt tired He had grey hair – I a beard What say you; said the man – Now awakened – we were smiling Suddenly he seemed to be Clean-shaven (just like me) Dumbfounded, I said nothing Quizzical, […]
Tag: free verse
for now
Regret and hope mean nought compared to now – for now I’ll stay in Epicurus’ Garden – to quench – to slake to cure as one grows old – to tarry for a good life here foretold.
where
Are we headed to where we’ve come from – or a place we’ve never been
in time in time
If life for nought is thought to be I offer ‘no’ as answer thus My every avenue will see A happy trail yet to void What to think of those who say Beyond this is nothing more What to feel for those who pray Be better yet in heaven’s gate The gate is open – […]
Better times
Fabrication fights the day One caught within their tall depleted Be thought not to cast aside The feelings brought by one’s desire In all one says one sees the light That senses life once soul has flown And all that’s left is cast aside To burn in embers raising fire Ask not what was or […]
the station
I was standing On the station I had nothing left to say – When the sunshine Turned to darkness And the shadow lost its way – I looked beyond To find it And over my shoulder gently – He pressed the button Took the stairs instead And then he disappeared – There was a rock […]
Deliverance
Deliverance – Bring cause for joy Take the mantle – Standing – speaking Believing in One’s own success Attend the Queen – One wills the rest With fortitude One waits to serve The mantle leant Then handed on And leadership – A thing one passes Make most of time – On lectern crested A ‘home’ […]
observation
I was sitting by the window of a cafe near the harbour when I heard an old curmudgeon with a cane walk through the door He was stilted – he looked tired as he uttered to a woman with eternal youth – (desirous) – in a sundress and high heels They sat – he kept […]
Haiku poetry XVIII
the dragonfly hovered the magpie swooped the sunshine lit a spark
Haiku poetry XVII
full-sun drapes the willow moss encroaches edge of stream nature plays a tempo game
sensualism 