Poetry Blog by Jill Ashforth (life)
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Tony Hill on Dawn (Thu, 21 Sep 2017 06:18 pm)
Daniel Wardak on An old love that deepens (Sat, 19 Dec 2015 11:55 pm)
A city awakens,
stumbling to it's feet.
A chorus heralds the next day.
Bin lorries screech and wheeze into movement.
Delivery vans close their double doors with a shudder and roar,
A shouted greeting cuts through the air.
Cars appear, footsteps multiply.
City life increases it's pace and we continue,
keeping abreast lest we fall,
Thursday 21st September 2017 2:54 pm
Echoes of emotions wash over me as I gaze and remember.
Bewitched and writhing under covers
As angels rustled,
their dresses sweeping past my bed,
and gently approached to anoint my forehead with a kiss.
Their touch startled me from my sad reverie, and I breathed once more.
Deep, gasping breaths
That filled my lungs with hope.
The sadness subsided,...
Sunday 3rd July 2016 8:13 pm
As if sloughing off a skin and emerging
After a painful rebirth, and yes, there were tears.
Emerging into the light after months, years of being in the shade.
When caught in a grey void, time slows, and I fear I will fall with no one to catch me.
Running into the headlights, I fear I will run too fast and fall, spinning into a white void.
I do not fall but stumble, and carry on stro...
Sunday 3rd July 2016 7:57 pm
a ripple in time
in the muddy waters of life.
Grey faces standing at the bus stop,
A watery sunset glows, pinkly golden,
I walk past and breath life into the scene
with a vapour of hope
escaping from my mouth,
lips stretching in a smile.
Wednesday 10th February 2016 8:06 pm
The fear of emptiness.
Drink to the future, not to forget the past.
I'm your second chance, last chance man.
Time is running out.
Don't let me suffer.
It's the caring that is killing me.
Don't make me fall.
We are planting holes.
We are planting holes in the waiting room.
We are dreamers.
Dont wake me.
We will only hurt each other,
the way only lovers can.
Saturday 6th February 2016 12:05 pm