Reverse
I was too busy catching leaves To reverse the seasons, and the Shedding trees matched my Mood on the path along the Stilling river. The sun pools like time now,… Continue Reading
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Richard Pierce
Combine
There is a ripeness about the scent of sweat Which suggests a physical task well done, A night of loving, a day of sporting chances, The completion of a longed-for… Continue Reading
Displace
To misplace is an accident. To displace an intention. They know no better than To fight, and to kill, to Torture and blame others For what they do. What once… Continue Reading
Ghost
Senility becomes him most of the time. He forgets he’s a ghost, sits quietly at the Breakfast table talking to her while she Nods and drinks her cups of coffee…. Continue Reading
Extinguish
Neither love nor loss are stilled By the passing years and youth, Nor the edges of that memory Extinguished when the light fades At the end of one cycle beginning… Continue Reading
Taste
When I walk into Norwich on the Road I choose when I want the world’s company, It reminds me of Green Lanes in my 1980s Harringay, a bustle of shops… Continue Reading
Shackles
The world is tied by the struggles Of men for power in the name of What they say faith is. The truth Is they have no faith, not an ounce… Continue Reading
Tomorrow
Two different but similar poems today. I must admit that I prefer the second one, which is #MastoPrompt length. Where has this fear come from in my later years? This… Continue Reading
Chase
Always after the quick fix, The immediate solution To problems, To pain, To illness, To everything. He chases the grail of Perfection. Everything has to Be just so. There must… Continue Reading