The smallest hours

Anthony woodard

And so we greet the smallest hours

Like a long lost friend

We mold the past like Moulton glass

And to our will it bends

We form the script sip by sip

These monuments are ours

To liberate our deepest truths

To breath in stolen hours

How sweetly do we bare our souls

Eased by amber ebb and flow

To tease from deepest dark recess

Our joy and pain like silloweats

But shadows fade at Daybreak's call

We bow our heads as eyes grow small

And now it seems we've drained our past

As sunlight fills an empty glass.

  • Author: Anthony woodard (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 15th, 2017 09:15
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Fay Slimm.

    I love the flow and rhyme in this tribute to introspection in the "smallest hours" - great read Anthony.

    • Anthony woodard

      Thanks for coment and taking the time to read my scribbles

    • NB

      I really like your writing style.. can't wait to read more of your poems 🙂

    • Anthony woodard

      Thanks for taking the time
      I will look at your work tonight

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