Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

GOODBYE… a poem

man standing near ocean grayscale photography

Adrift on the outgoing tide

While I stood on the moonlit sands

Emotions that I couldn’t hide

Streams of tears pouring through my hands

The years we had together were kind

More than that – a fairytale come true

But when nature made up her mind

Instead of me she came and took you

So, with a vow I had promised to keep

Into the ocean your ashes swim free

As the horizon brings on the new day

A man stands alone – that’s me

DUNGEONS FOR MY SOUL… a dark poem

Pot, Cooking Pot, Cauldron, Green, Slick

Dark, tangential grip of despair

You pull me down into the doldrums

Dungeons for my soul

Whilst I struggle to get free

With light all around me

Your blinders are placed strategically over my eyes

The doors and windows to happiness

Were but illusions to this blinded heart

Escape is a mere nod of a passerby

A stranger with a smile

But, no

The hypocrisy is not lost here

For kind words spoken without honest intent

Have shown me the way to karma

Alas, I now stew in the cauldron

Of my own tepid broth

A recipe of disaster

JUST OUT OF REACH… a poem

Dark, Room, Office, Table, Chair, Lamp

I tore the pages

And threw them out the window.

Who would ever want to read this mess?

So many words of wisdom

Just out of reach

Evading, in fingertip duress.

Step back and take solace

All is not lost.

From time to time we all weep.

Then pick up the pace

In a fingertipped race

Putting words on the pages – then sleep!