sing yesterday’s songs
the sun hears none of them
it has years but no ears.
Spring is nearly northern hemisphere
here the deer hear
trees they are a rustling
everchanging life on planet Earth.
This morning I read on YouTube
someone say a record was all they had
I hope you get the positive life message inside
and this poem doesn’t make you sad.
Drown Song, Sun Dry
through a block
out of broken dreams
until they rose buried
into my conscious
can’t change the past, no point seeing future
unconscious memory store
please give me more
living beyond whole nightmare
life is precious
Marc Latham’s central site is the Greenygrey (http://www.greenygrey.co.uk), and he has books available on Smashwords and Amazon (http://www.amazon.com/author/marclatham).
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