Poem Musing about Middle-Age Life Thinking

Tomorrow’s ghosts
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.

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Drown Song, Sun Dry

surface splashing
falling backwards
through a block
survival built
out of broken dreams
unremembered
until they rose buried
into my conscious

can’t change the past, no point seeing future

unconscious memory store
please give me more
recalling
living beyond whole nightmare
destruction point
life is precious
looking forwards
seeing straight

ribblehead 2012 008

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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