Poetry Blog by Wolfgar
on Reflections on the reading of a will (5 days ago)
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...
Sunday 13th January 2019 6:46 am
Saturday 5th January 2019 2:09 pm
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
Thursday 3rd January 2019 8:02 pm
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...
Tuesday 1st January 2019 2:36 pm