Poetry Blog by Adam Whitworth (metaphysical poetry)
How the porpoise was drawn into the seas
holding a pace seeming stationary
and, bagged on a shelf in a store of years,
who would believe: love is perfected yet.
Moon-proud a sillhouette over our seas-
a second sight at the antipodes-
curving like the rainbow before she fades
just as never was: love is perfected yet.
Wednesday 15th August 2018 10:50 pm
There is light at the end of the tunnel
and it is light these eyes were made to see.
My self I have imagined, reflected
in countless frames busy with wild designs
to my left and right,
likeness after likeness for company.
Portrait of the times each step of the way
shadow caught astrals, they reach out, would speak.
How many would change their luc...
Wednesday 8th August 2018 2:04 pm