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by Peter Humphreys

the clouds
embrace the hills
like brazen quilts
exhausted by
the night before
of passion and
impatient lust

a vixen crosses
the road
afore me
as I wander
the Dodder Bank
she stops
sizes me up
then wanders on
unimpressed

my feet shuffle
like the child
I was and am
through yellow,
rusty,
faint green
leaves
and whirly seeds of
linden trees

where am I going
I ask myself
midst all
this life
do I need a purpose
to keep going
this tragic
pain-filled
beauteous
way

who am I
to answer thus

a blue grey crane
lifts
legs lazy
dangling
dripping
wet

I know him
he knows me
as sharing
this river
we live
our own lives
as we wait
wonder
worry
what befalls us
next



11/01/2012

Posted on 11/01/2012
Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 11/01/12 at 06:11 PM

Oh Peter, you have no idea how see your name this poem brings such a smile to my heart and soul if such there be. I have no doubt that you have good things in which to look forward as at times you wonder as do we all. If there be a heaven you certainly will be there with you soul a light and beacon for us all. Love you!

Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 11/03/12 at 02:13 AM

Just beautiful, Peter.

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