August Collage Poem - Age

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In secret arbours poetry unfolds,

rattling, winding snake in the grass

 

vibrant gold laminated landscapes glow

shifting the smoke to hold my breath

 

age is a collection of memories,

dust gathered on the mantlepiece

in the space that once held

your photograph

 

sitting on a slope is making me dizzy

wheelchairs, and relatives keeping photographs

 

the hill of life is hard to climb

but at the top I am ageless

 

broken clouds, broken houses,

broken homes, broken lives.

 

 

August collage poem

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Nigel Astell

Wed 14th Aug 2013 15:01

Poetry unfolds itself
on every section
to inspire all.

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John F Keane

Tue 13th Aug 2013 01:31

Section two also has a lot of soul.

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Harry O'Neill

Mon 12th Aug 2013 23:08


Sections three, five and six are good uns

(particularly section three!)

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