That
I almost regret to write this poem
for fear it may vanish
flicker away like Evan's flame
scared of the voices
that murmurs that carry its name
across the wind
whispers of That
but it only lives for a little
hiding in plain sight
waiting to be noticed
so it may slip away
one more time
only to be invited back
by the warm, orange glow
of the everlas...
Friday 3rd March 2023 6:44 am
Sunset
there once was a boy
good-hearted and innocent
worried not about the
flecks of mud
clinging to his toes
thinking not on the
stinging scrapes
kissing his knees
worried not
save for the dwindling daylight
that brings an end
if only temporary
to his fun
there was once a man
chased by the sun
Friday 3rd March 2023 4:54 am
Life Tercets
1
A story about
an old poet
and his cottage
2
A dream of an old mariner
lost in Wales
adrift on his words
3
A memory of
a young boy
on his maiden voyage
4
A memory of
innocence
lost at sea
5
A line on a chart
between a girl
and loneliness
6
A communion
...
Thursday 16th February 2023 3:26 pm
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