the last of summer

Cherry

By celticman

Sun, 28 Aug 2016
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We are in the last mouths of summer

Green gods’ sad subliminal dream

Dripping with sorrow

No thought of tomorrow

Today, today, today

Is all we can find to say

His voice whispers his fears

How lonely burns the years

You cannot remain human and say

I want it to be that way

Tired and bruised to bone

Exhaustion sets up home

A kink in us all

A brick out of life’s wailing wall

Hard nuggets of trust breathe free

Drifting auguries of what life will be

Those winged birds of prey

Sadness, suffering and enmity

Leave every man in debt

And yet—and yet

Certificate PG
Poem
Philosophy

Comments

Submitted by hoalarg1 on

 I enjoyed this. Some wonderful lines, so hard to pick some over others. 'His voice whispers his fears, how lonely burns the years'.
Great stuff.

 

Submitted by celticman on

cheers Horlarg

 

Submitted by thornwood on

(((I)))

Stephen d

Submitted by celticman on

keep writing too steve. 

 

Submitted by jeand on

HI CM

Lovely poem with a very sad feel to it. I wondered if mouths of summer was a typo - but it fits some how.

Jean

Jean Day