To save from posting several times, I’m just going to put a few recent poems in one. I would really appreciate any feedback.
Circles
Days accumulate in the passing moments,
The river of life is passing me by,
But I remain calm and unaltered.
The mirror tells a different tale than the mind,
My face is showing new age,
But I remain calm though altered.
It strikes me heavily, like a brazen hammer,
That none of it matters,
Life goes around and another dies.
This is the way of it all.
When the last leaf of autumn falls,
And gives way to winter,
It fertilises the springing buds.
Dreaming will give way to reality,
In turn another dream,
And I will fertilise the springing buds.
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Bien sur,
Que la vie est mort,
Ca m’est egal.
It has come to necessity,
That I should take sacrament,
In that, quite unholy.
I care not, any longer,
For life has dealt me a hand,
And I, have been proven.
It was my inability,
Which has lead to this situation,
Thus I stick with it.
No more hope,
Nor more hate – I shall continue,
For fear of that lies beyond.
Elle qui j’aime
Did she ever know my feelings?
I couldn’t say, I thought she felt for me,
Something like that I felt for her,
But it’s all well confused now.
I suppose it’s due to my mind,
Often I can be confused,
She probably never felt for me,
And I never felt for her.
But still I find it odd, I thought,
Perhaps that there was something,
Between the two of us,
But it’s all well confused now.
I’ll surely have to take my mind,
Away from thinking of such things,
No time to ponder and contemplate,
It’d only lead to madness, but,
Did she ever know my feelings?