mersey sure

born
between
the bonfires
and the fog
too late
for fireworks
too soon for god
too slow for autumn
too fast for frost
I was
the wintering man
I am
the misty morning man
the time to sink into the warm man
and when all trace of me
seems gone
I will be
the gentle breeze
the curlews cry
the moments when
just you and I
beneath this blue
autumnal sky
would rather live
and never die



Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2007-11-19 at 10:58

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a beautiful poem, so suggestive of times and feelings and atmosphere

Elle x
2007-11-21


kath
life - the wonderous strength - a mystery -- the secret we keep inside, a place filled with everything and so unrevealed to us ... still life keeps us seeing the beauty of it all

a wonderful and hopeful poem

best wishes
katherine
2007-11-19