I dread the imminent caving of these
Rusting palisades of my imagination,
This unremarkable decay's pervasion
Weakening those bulwarks of bonhomie
Constructed to reveal a virtual contentment.
Strange, that gaze of others, inciting doubt,
By which we navigate so many of our days,
Demanding a conjuring of grand illusions as
Remorseless Time observes us patiently,
An arrogant surgeon of the soul,
With the scalpels of this frigid season
Paring flesh and dreams with equal candour.
24th February, 2018
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Fragments And Reflections
PoetryPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...
