Tag Archives: mortality

Shadow

A shadow followed me
From tree to tree
As I did pass
Along the woodland path.

I paused to hear
The sweet birds sing.
And thought of spring
And the passing year.

Although I forgot my shadow,
My shadow did not go.
For our sweet birdsong
Does not last long.

On A Chilly Winter’s Evening

On a chilly winter’s night
The song of a bird
I heard
As he sang to me
From a churchyard tree.
Such delight,
And poignancy.
But that was in me.

This Clock

This wine
Is not divine.
Yet it is good.
The sun may shine
On me tomorrow.
And the clock on the wall
Has no will at all.

Nameless women survive in a rhyme
And time
Would laugh, if it could
At poets who obsess
Over their reputation,
And the unknowing tick tock,
Of the uncaring, ensnaring clock.

Churchyard Tree

A tall tree
Arrested me
As I
Passed by
The churchyard yesterday.

When I
Go away
The tree will stay.
And others will pass by.
And, perhaps, think as I.

A Bird On The Wing

Below are 2 slightly different versions of a poem I composed earlier today.

A bird on the wing
Is such a temporary thing.
Though, when it dies,
In poetry, it survives.

A bird on the wing
Is such a temporary thing.
Though, when it dies,
It’s poem may survive.

A Poem from My Collection “Light and Shade; Serious (and Not so Serious) Poems”

The below poem, “On Hearing the Tick Tock of the Clock”, can be found in my collection “Light and Shade”:

On hearing the tick tock
Of the clock
On the wall,
I know not
What to write,
For the clock
Says it all.

There is Comfort in this Tree

There is comfort in this tree,
For it was here before me.
And will stay
When I am clay.
To comfort those who pass
Along this self-same path

A few, perhaps
Gazing at this tree
May remember me.
I laugh,
For a tree
Has no vanity.