An Old Poet slips away


An old poet slipped away the world didn’t stop

the breeze caught the curtains

I’m sure I felt his words waft in

they danced around the furniture and left


Half dreaming half remembering

an old mans paper thin skin

weathered and worn like luggage

carrying the traveller to who knows where


And now his rhyme is open ended

others will finish what he started

children cry for what is lost

but oh what joys in memory


An old poet slips away 


©Wolfgar 2/2018 


◄ Two-by-two

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Wolfgar Miere

Sun 18th Feb 2018 20:51

Thank you very much for the likes,


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Wolfgar Miere

Mon 12th Feb 2018 16:21

Thanks all,

I didn't wish to be over familiar toward Harry in this poem as I feel it wouldn't have been an accurate portrayal of our relationship.

I almost always read Harry's writing and imagined him to be a wise, kind and experienced man. He commented with wit and great diplomacy never seeming to be angered or put off his stride.

I do think I was probably an upstart in his eyes, and I think I may have at least once irritated him (I suspect many more times also) I have huge respect for his knowledge of poetry and the way he was able to offer his thoughtful words to others.

I have no doubt he had a mischievous sense of humour, which is always endearing, I sensed it coming through in his poems and comments.

I do hope and am sure that some hardcore WoL'ers will be there to see Harry off, I hope they celebrate him well and there is much love at his farewell.

My sympathy and thoughts to all those who will miss him.


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keith jeffries

Mon 12th Feb 2018 09:19

David, a fine tribute to a good soul. Thank you indeed. Keith

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Sun 11th Feb 2018 22:12

Really an original take David, giving a dignity and a personal feel to what must be faced. A lovely epitaph.


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Tom Harding

Sun 11th Feb 2018 19:45

Lovely David

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Hannah Collins

Sun 11th Feb 2018 17:07

Wistful, poignant, beautifully read.


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Martin Elder

Sun 11th Feb 2018 16:53

I have a sense of an old man sitting in a chair and falling asleep and never waking up again, but looking peaceful and rested.
I love the last stanza

And now his rhyme is open ended
others will finish what he started

which also has a feeling of there not really being an end

Nice one David

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