Writing After Fifty
We Never Lived In the Now
Your face shows your age,
though your countenance is still glowing.
Your age says grown-up,
but you’ve never decided where you’re going. 109 more words
1 hour, 28 minutes
What need you, being come to sense,
But fumble in a greasy till
And add the halfpence to the pence
And prayer to shivering prayer, until… 212 more words
3 hours, 13 minutes
FREE-VERSE POETRY by Douglas Gilbert
Gentle (Draft 7)
Since you’ve flown I miss your hugs
and when your thoughts do tug at me
it seems you are the moon
who pulls my tidal craves, but then… 68 more words
3 hours, 15 minutes
Empty station. A train from the City leaving.
Not a soul is there. Just you and me.
Arm in arm and hand in hand,
We weave our way to the other platform.
4 hours, 8 minutes
The Age Scotland Blog
Today we bring you some more glorious poetry from Anne Connolly for the Easter weekend,we will let Anne herself explain where these came from.
5 hours, 8 minutes
We purr in cool leather boots,
slip on gloves, our double skins.
We are seen in the first garden
by not my mother but an anxious lookalike, 159 more words
5 hours, 32 minutes
Move Forward Survivor Blog
“Dusted Shelves” is a collection of survivor poetry by writer, Vennie Kocsis. Visit her website to find out more about her work: http://venniekocsis.com
5 hours, 46 minutes