Poetry Blog by poemagraphic (Po)
He had an absence behind his eyes
He walked and talked and breathed.
But it was as if something had left him
As if something was taken from him.
Only partially in the present
As if some deeper part of him
Had been long extinguished.
We conversed long in to that dark night
Me, trying to get the measure of the man
Him, giving no outer indications of malady...
Friday 27th December 2019 11:36 am
You could hear reindeer hoofs a skidding
As they slid across the ground
And the ringing of the sleigh bells
As they peeled round and round
As he galloped into Market Street
In his red hat and coat upon his chest
His name was Santa
And he drove the fastest sled in the West
Now Santa loved a widower
A feller known as Bill
Who owned a pet sh...
Friday 20th December 2019 4:33 pm