Poetry Blog by Wolfgar

Reflections on the reading of a will

https://wolfgarwords.com/

 

Old people are ghosts trying out their shrouds

parachuting lemmings taking refuge in the clouds,

a ground rush of senility invades their tired brains

degrading their ability with each day that still remains.

 

They stand on cliffs to paint the sea

and focus on tranquility.

Their dodgy valves leak pints of tea,

they wonder how they came to b...

Read and leave comments (8)

Healed

https://wolfgarwords.com/

 

This land healed me,

no Man upon it, no God above

no Shakespeare Sonnet,

no act of love.

 

These gentle hills

their majesty,

renewed all hope,

took tragedy,

 

and placed in me

a seed to grow

the fruit of all

I've come to know.

Read and leave comments (9)

In the gentle fold of petals

https://wolfgarwords.com/

 

Between the miracle of petals

form tears of diamond dew,

like the passing of grief they settle

and quench my thirst for you.

 

On a sideboard by a window

sad blooms toward the sun,

one earthly journey ended

one lonely walk begun.

 

But wilt as may, I'll wilt away

and fall with withered time,

though never fades one single day

...

Read and leave comments (8)

On New Year Morning

https://wolfgarwords.com/

 

Halfway up the rise looking back 

across the Hamlet rooftops,

through scented woody swirls,

I see six horses like statues bent to earth,

necks and fetlocks steam with strength.

 

In the space between us only silence,

though there lie a hundred souls to sleep, to dream,

yet not one to see this sight.

This New Years Morn when life is all a...

Read and leave comments (8)

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message