Poetry Blogs (2012, future)
Rose Casserley on no more the demanding sound of his snapping fingers (23 minutes ago)
Another year about to end. Maybe the Mayans that made up that calendar had it better. As the year closes one is pressed to look back and gauge how it went. It's just another year, perhaps. Many things have transpired, and many more in the offing.
Just a few hours more
about half a day for the rest
for each timezone on the globe
we tear off the last sheet ...
Monday 31st December 2012 11:36 pm
Into a new dark age
we go, marching,
[of soapbox poetry
there is no want
for many a voice
loudly rail and rant]
the terrain of our
condition and that
of our experience
has changed over
year upon year of
progress that has brought
us closer to the edge
of a generation that
lives on the horizon
peering further on
to challenges invis...
Thursday 20th December 2012 1:18 pm
My dying day is noted somewhere
On the calendar of fate
There’s a little tick on the calendar
To make sure I won’t be late
Some unearthly soul awaits me
As the years tick away
There’s a little tick on that calendar
But I don’t even know the date
My Life has not always been easy
But that’s the way of life
I don’t bother checking my calendar
Saturday 27th October 2012 7:57 pm
By three knowing souls
Left a vision of what could have been.
A momentary relapse,
Like Lady Macbeth, blinded
Misguided, bitter raged
Baby beaten on her breast.
Innocent youth taken
Shaken by protector.
No milk of human kindness,
To be sweetened, swallowed
Just a poisoned evil that is given at first breath.
An undone deat...
Tuesday 5th June 2012 4:43 pm
In less than an hour it will be 1997.
In this short time do you remember?
Do you shrug off the past to make way for the future
or do you hold on to the dying year
seeing every minute disappear before your eyes?
On this, the last day we have been covered by snow
and frozen by the cold as the old God Cronus turns
his hour glass over for ano...
Friday 10th February 2012 7:38 pm