In the after life

What would he most like to be – a saddlebag poet Travelling from village to village On the back of a sturdy mare Moving among deep silences Sheltering against inclement weathers Entertaining folk from near and far Listening to dialogue without seeing their faces. (c)Poetry from TheManshed 02/09/19

01/09/2019

Now, the whisper of Autumns voice Petals fall from the last rose of summer Days shorten while nights expand For some, the bark of black dog becomes louder Autumn moon, white in an ink black sky Waves of summer heat, but a memory Through a hazy stillness a new dawn is greeted Autumns shadow throws […]

“I’m in the jailhouse now”

Three chords, a country song That’s what life is? As you travel down that “Lost Highway” The “Price of Regret” lives in the next “Tumbling Tumbleweed” town Suffering from the “Seven Year Itch” You think to yourself the “Old Home Place” Never held no people promise Believing that you’re “Tougher Than The Rest” Never dreaming […]

Pep talk

You’ve not been turning out much lately His muse suggested Grumpily, he agreed after a stretch and yawn One word of advice I’ll offer she said You just have to get back on the horse Think up, up, up I want an easy life I know you like the back of my hand Think about […]