Poetry Blog by Adam Whitworth (2018, love)
As loath to cease breathing
the briefest interruption -count in minutes-
of young lovers begins, as so much,
with an exchange: the parting kiss.
Thoughtfully curry-combing horses before
one long dark trek; sharing silently
the feast to safeguard against famine.
Art's lady, you draw a timeless moment into time;
giving the perfect answer without a question ...
Saturday 5th May 2018 6:02 pm
If things were so spun that I
dressed my lady I'd gaze on an Aztec princess.
A summer's warmth her eyes radiate! Jade and gold
catch the light. Charms and tokens of love
sparkle in earnest. Silks and feathers shimmer;
bring motion to emotion in my view.
For my life as backdrop I am ecstatic.
This is the picture to die for.
Back here in this flat world, England 2017,
Monday 29th May 2017 3:51 pm
It happens we meet late in life
The suspicion is an onside Sun leaned in
a few paces closer this day,
ensuring our faces glisten
in a good light- how could we say?
We are without claws to catch the promise
Certainly we may
refer to a spectacular blue sky,
as all clouds are urgently called away,
should passing juggernauts threaten
the suggestion of a grey day.
Basking in our c...
Sunday 7th May 2017 4:34 pm
But for the almighty roar even Ocean would lay low;
without reflection of Sun dancing diamonds, plain old grey.
But we weave the strand
together you and I squeeze your hand the tighter.
This day one hard wood bench feels just for us
hopeful pigeons assess us, for all the world like badly stuffed toys
without the magic of wings lifting them high.
Before their ...
Saturday 8th April 2017 11:37 am