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The Glowering Mists of Autumn
The Glowering Mists of Autumn
As I travel life's journey I'm often-times struck
By a vision both novel and possibly true; that serenity
In a dangerous world without luck,
Is impossible; but is there a temporal divinity?
Perhaps the root causes of wonder and joy
Really are in the sky, or on Dante's fine peak,
Or my fireside, where the dance won't annoy
In the compa...
Wednesday 29th November 2017 9:06 am
The City Shadowed
This poem is about growing old.
The City Shadowed
I cannot remember my name. And
where I came from. Or when I came here.
I am not from this place, this city, and
its silent people, its pale-vaulted sky,
its black shadow silhouettes
flickering lightly across blank walls.
Here the bar staff talk in lilting Irish
cadences, and look straight through you
as ...
Thursday 16th February 2017 5:39 am
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