golden years

Kevin Michael Bloor

I’m prone to penning poetry,
(I sense the sacred symmetry)
that's hidden from most mortal eyes
behind a dull, but deft disguise.

The beauty of a leaf or bud,
the silence of a winding wood.
They make me feel in my heart’s core:
the love that tells me, ‘hate no more.’

I’m sensitive, some say a seer!
With prophet’s powers and eyes that peer
into the future, dark and deep,
where some will dance and some will weep.

And I’m a poet raised on rhymes,
a child who’s tasted troubled times.
Yet, through this valley’s veil of tears
I’ve glimpsed the dawn of golden years!

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 23rd, 2022 01:34
  • Comment from author about the poem: dedicated to my son, Josh, in celebration of his PhD! Well done, son!
  • Category: Family
  • Views: 17
  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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  • L. B. Mek

    and thank you for sharing
    your gifted mountain peak's of life
    with us
    and trusting us to share in your delight;
    you must be so Proud!
    I remember you wrote your father
    was an intelligent guy, knew
    so many languages
    and shared his wisdom with you
    was it, Shelly's 'Adonais'
    you reworked in dedication..
    (sorry my memory's not that great)..
    but anyway, just trying to say
    that he too, must
    be so Proud as well
    'purposed', Intellect
    clearly runs in the family..
    I'll, toast to you Great news
    wish your son and all your loved ones
    continued success, good health and Peace!
    'Cheers' 🍾πŸ₯‚

    • Kevin Michael Bloor

      Many thanks, LB. Yeah, he's done well. I remember Adonais. That was when my pen was really on fire! Again, many thanks for your continued support. πŸ™

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