trace (Remove filter)
The Wake
The Wake
The white ship slides serene, wind-blown,
heedless of its human burthen
while laying wakes but swiftly flown.
Mile-on-mile the dance of heathen
sunbursts play on flashing waters
pretty as maids, or bonds that weaken
as the leaving fades. The snows that fought us
in winters past, tall drifts in proud array,
melt clear in spring before our youngest daugh...
Friday 13th December 2019 1:08 pm
Trace
Take me away,
far from nuances of life,
far away through different times,
different truths, different minds,
hiding the dust, stretching our hands
closer to our dead, misguided breed.
Take me away from these wild,
lost in a crash, elevated rivers,
green tables, empty crowds,
part of the glory still lingers,
through laughter and torrent
it will never melt down.
Feel the emptiness as а p...
Sunday 20th January 2019 6:31 pm
Time
Time
Time lies like a guardian angel,
lost in a past
that shall leave a trace,
safe within the pleats
of this life's fabric.
Look and remember
a white poppy's petal
that brushes gentle as night
across our peaceful faces
with silken care.
Chris Hubbard
2018
Tuesday 11th December 2018 3:44 am
Recent Comments
Michael Mcpeek on Muse
2 minutes ago
Michael Mcpeek on More or less
5 minutes ago
John Coopey on River Of Tears
19 minutes ago
John Coopey on My Perfect View (unofficial competition)
24 minutes ago
John Coopey on A Little Bird
48 minutes ago
John Coopey on The Eternal Flame
52 minutes ago
John Coopey on The Fields of Avalon (pt 2 & 3)
58 minutes ago
R A Porter on The Eternal Flame
2 hours ago
rob1967able on Repeat once.
4 hours ago
leon stolgard on Adopt
5 hours ago