Hi,
Thanks to those that welcomed me, and for the
feedback regarding the poem...it was good to get
constructive feedback.
Here's another one....:)
If you take a step back
You fall off a cliff
Hurtle into the unknown.
The groundrush of aging makes me take a step back
more and more often......
Short. Short.
Our lives our short.
The going, going, gone short
The hundred metre sprint short
The bullets flight short.
How do we get to feel so permanent?
Strut around our concrete world.....?
It's the last card
Onthe table
In the poker game;
All staked on this.
The card is turned to show
The Jokers smiling face
Who will not give the game away
But fits you with a beady eye
For his one and only word....
Patience....
He is smiling now....
Patience.....
This way madness or religion.
This way the dog chasing it's tail
Shouting Why Why Why.
Later....
An evening hush......
A quietude......
Thoughts replace themselves
Spring air blows through an open window.....
Grass smells and distant music......
Truth comes through the heart
Not just the head......
I must remember this.......
I must remember this.
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