Poetry Blog by Rob J Mann
Imposter writes wrongs
Praise of prose but cuckoo song
Sweet talk - empty nest
Tuesday 29th January 2019 10:56 pm
Life took me by the hand today.
Led me to meet his oldest associate,
But not before visiting Youth.
A boy, as unscented as withered blooms,
Untouched by colour, save for heavy greys.
Lacking light from his eyes.
Cold vision, registering nothing.
He had recently greeted Life’s comrade,
Clammy hugs smothering him.
We moved on to the farthest shadows,
Which my companion’...
Tuesday 1st January 2019 12:10 am