Poetry Blogs (reward)
Jane Briganti on Loss (3 hours ago)
Jane Briganti on Goodbye My Friend (3 hours ago)
Who said reusable resources are a modern invention? Rubbish!
It's said that no-one should ever die wondering
on which road to travel, how not to go blundering
in dangerous places, when it's best to be pondering
why the rain plays its tricks, why there's no distant thundering. . . .
As the years pass us by we add to our history,
little by little we work out...
Saturday 28th October 2017 3:48 am
The Making Of A Worker.
The lorry tips its rubble
On the road outside our house,
the privet hedge engulfed
in a primordial cloud of dust,
it drives away in chugging glee
having spilled its heavy load
and we stand and watch it go
as the carbon mountain settles.
The sergeant-major father
barks his orders at the troops
and our little hands clasp tight
Tuesday 2nd February 2016 8:01 pm