I want to move to Whaley Bridge where peace is ocean deep.
I want to sit and stare and stay and soothe my soul with sleep.
I want to move to Whaley Bridge to watch the flowers grow.
I want to wander down the wharf where holy waters flow.
I want to rest my weary bones beside that old canal,
Read Proust, Rousseau, Stendhal, Moliere
Flaubert, Balzac, Pascal!
I want to scribe with peaceful pen beneath a shiny star,
Perform my rhymes of raw romance at Whaley Reservoir.
I want to spend my twilight years with wife I love and trust,
At Whaley Bridge shed my last tears before I turn to dust.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 24th, 2018 02:25
- Comment from author about the poem: Yes, you've all been there, in your dreams!
- Category: Love
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May your wish come true. Great longing write.
Blue-eyed Bolla,
Your written words make Whaley Bridge sound like a very tranquil place. We all need tranquility these days! I hope you’ll spend your...
“twilight years with wife I love and trust,
At Whaley Bridge...”
~Laura~
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