Richard Pierce

Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter

Life, Poetry


Fragile, meaning.
It shatters the morning after,
When passion dissipates, when
The daylight adds the sharp edges
To everything, the sharp edges
All things already have,
The knowledge that nothing lasts

It is brittle, this thing we
Turn between our fingers, one
Moment certainty, the next lost,
As if there never had been a point
To it. Even love suffers.
Faith ends.

Nothing but questions and questions
And questions repeated

And disappeared.

R 28/10/2023 15:37

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