Miscellaneous:Have a poetic style of your own? Have poems that defy all conventional categories? Share them here please. (i.e. dark & bitter, political, revolutionary, abstract, etcetera...)
In the reddish yellow glow
Of sunset stands
The man whose dreams were once
So young…
He views a world
So far removed
From his childhood horse and buggy days
His father found his simple dream
Gentle country doctor in Manchester, Tennessee
His son is happy living
Someone else’s dream
And it is very easy to tell
That his grandson has lost himself
~
The next generation
He will never know
And would never understand
And although it would seem
He has failed his task
To leave his name renowned
Knowing death will soon
Come calling
He drinks another cup of coffee
And smokes a cigarette
Under the tree with his grandson
The bond is absolute...
They watch the sun go down
~
Mike Carson
10-9-1988
Ooh ... what a legacy.... or lack there of.... to know your name will only be remembered in memories shared amongst family, where in truth it was the one place that your name really matters. I love the feel of this one. Melancholy ....
Mysty
Mysty battling demons on the run,
taking seeds of strength from fights
to plant in those who do not have
the strength to believe in themselves.
Sunset Memories
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