Showing posts with label Poem a Day 2013. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem a Day 2013. Show all posts

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Autumn



She left on the autumn winds
as weary trees took on their vibrant dream
and the saddened heart walked away from love
while Nature’s clock keeps on ticking
the golden leaves twirled
with spirals of red
dry as the shattered senses
with tears frozen in time
in the acrimony of the impudent winds
thoughts linger among the dance of colours
unwanted now
as the creaking pole casts out
its final line
the winds form a far-reaching good-bye
and the summer died.




© J Farmer 2013

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Who Are You



From early days I asked the question,
that question a man asks himself before breathing
but the eyes that reveal so much
unable to smile
had no answer to ease the soul
a life in denial reveals no truth
only torment and torture can be its destiny
and that is not living
but like a mystery waiting to unravel
the clues are in the evidence
as I ask the question again –
who is that man in the mirror?




© J Farmer 2013

Prompt: http://theboipoet.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/tuesdays-thinking-01-october-2013.html

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Trust of Faith





In darkness I sought the light
the bright flare on that distant horizon line
believing in hope
a faith succoured by trust
then the light burned brighter
exploding into infernos of pain
as hope crumbled to dust
and truth became a betrayal of trust



© J Farmer 2013

Friday, September 13, 2013

Silent Sound





Another conversation in the darkness of night
when no words were heard
or even uttered
yet so many questions posed hooking for an answer
between the sunset and starlight
the mind crawls around
yet doesn’t notice a passing thought
with its own intentions
while it searches for a neurological resonance
because it is vital, it is energy
and living is more vital than dreaming of what if’s
and if only’s are discarded with the trash
casually forgotten like a one-night fuck
a thought hungry for dignity
but there is no dignity in making do
a touch without love is nothing much
meaningless moments sating greed
forgotten too easy in the graspings of lust
that built the cage to contain the thought
but it would not be silenced
until the mind dared to listen to that one silent sound





© J Farmer 2013



Notes: 

Prompt: because of sound

Form: Free Verse

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