Monday 17 August 2009

Every Road.





Every road

inclined

as weighted

days and

weighted limbs

collide.




Children

scurry through

his minds as bright

as the morning

sun.


Eyes of piercing

certainty

truth and grace

embrace these

last scenes


and hold them in his

mind like

luke warm

wine.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

great one roger,
i really enjoy the 1st, 2nd and last stanzas. good rhythm and flow...
one question - did you wrote the piece to the photo or found the photo to the words?

corny said...

Hi I wrote it after finding the picture.
Pleased you liked it.

corny said...

Hi I wrote it after finding the picture.
Pleased you liked it.