Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Tuesday, 13 March 2012
Farmer’s boy
Easier
to drift off as the cowboy
Settle back
without a time to capture
Young boys, racing towards youth
Young men
blinded with lovelorn fractures
Easier
to drift off as the cowboy
Settle back
without a time to capture
Young blood, given for a truth
Teardrop floods
aching; set aside the tractors
Easier
to drift off as the cowboy
Settle back
without a time to capture
a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here