TOUCHES GROUND

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

Blood it wept
From ink to page
A solemn quest
A hidden rage
Ribbons from
A darkening sky
A dim moonlight
A prying eye.

Upon the room
That sorrow seeped
From lonely walls
While justice sleeps
A distant friend
A moving clock
A solemn shadow
Who forgot.

Nature breathes
Life to the soul
From unsteady steps
Till we grow old
Its constant presence
About,  around
Until our curtain
Touches ground.

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Comments8

  • orchidee

    A fine write N. It's too much for you - you've wept blood, or sweated blood, waiting for that No.7 bus. Could you try the No.4 bus instead? Or doesn't they go to Costcutters?! lol.

    • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

      its a dilemma for sure, thinking of buying a bike lol

      • orchidee

        Heehee you would have been to the shop and back again by bike about 100 times by now, while you been waiting. lol.

        • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

          I will need a bell on bike lol

          • orchidee

            lol

          • Neilton

            Such a great poem ! The first verse is my favourite!!

          • arqios

            A definite Fave here my fry🤩🙏🏻🕊️

          • Katie B.

            Like from ink to page. Great poem.

          • sorenbarrett

            Nicely written it speaks poetically

          • Tristan Robert Lange

            Norman, what I enjoyed most here is the naturalness of it all. The conferences, the anniversary congratulations, the quick catching-up energy…it feels like an actual human moment preserved instead of polished into something artificial. That sincerity gives it warmth and heart. Strongly conveyed, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

          • Goldfinch60

            That ink falls on that page with such wonder Norman.

            Andy

          • NafisaSB

            Written straight from the heart so touches the reader’s too 👌💐



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