The Final Walk
By
He put on his boots and began to walk,
To free his mind
No destination,
no place to arrive
This freedom and liberation
Step by step,
time slips away,
No better way to spend
his dying day.
This Town
By
In this town,
not even the birds are free,
Even they are prisoners of the sky,
She asked how we’re going to get out of here,
If we don’t have wings
In this town, not even the trees are free
Even they are chained to the ground,
She asked how we’re going to get out of here,
Even leaves of freedom fall
In this town,
our dreams fall,
I look around and I feel nothing
at all,
Because she went up,
but I came down,
When she left me
in this town.
Hi Michael, your poems were excellent. The power of the 'Eve factor' can't be denied. Very well said!
Hello Selma, Thanks for appreciating my Poem.
Hi Robert, beautiful, beautiful imagery - "blues plunging into viridian" - WOW. I love that. Bravo!
Hi John, 'Escapes From The Ordinary' really stood out for me. I like everyday life as subject matter. You can do so much with it. The image of the milk being poured down the drain is a striking one!
Hi A.J. You've got some FAB images in your poems. I love - "Throw a wish to the wind. And I will save it in a can." as well as - "A hand I have never met snaps a shutter against the moon." Brilliant!
HI Teresa, I particularly like your poem 'Winds' - it is very powerful. Thank you.
Hi Fiona, Just wanted to say I enjoyed both of your poems very much. I can relate to 'Sifting For Gold' a lot. Your final stanza is so apt.
Hi Ian, your depiction of the enduring story of Pierrot and Columbine was quite moving. It tugged at my heart that he was broken and that no one had pity for him. A tale of woe, indeed.
Hi Liam, I really liked your poems, in particular 'This Town.' The rhythm of it made it read like a song. I can relate to the line: " She asked how we’re going to get out of here," Oh yeah!
Hi Ilona, just wanted to say I thought both of your poems were excellent. There is a bleak kind of beauty contained in both of them. The one about the fisherman really got to me. I was greatly affected in an emotional sense by the oil spill in the Gulf. I don't think I'll ever get over it. Thank you for your profound images.
Hi Selma, thank you for the kind words. Hope your summer was great. Cheers, Ilona
Prmtime Guy and Sifting for Gold are two of the most beautiful and interesting poems I have read in a long time.
Beautiful poems. The March showcase is full of life and I love Michael's mood of capturing beauty in a dancing array of peace.