Thursday, 31 October 2024

With you not here beside me. A New Poem Revised.

With you not here beside me 
Life seems a near blank page
With only a comma on it.
A solitary smudge of ink
Where words should build cathedrals
Of joy - of hope - of love.

With you not here beside me
Thoughts do not make sense, 
Sentences fall apart and quickly perish
Before the pen has even touched the paper.
Time itself a parody of order
As all that makes life good falls apart.

With you not here beside me I grow mute,
We need our partnership to give words meaning.
The moment I hear your voice outside my window
My head is thronged with poems as I rush to the door.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 31st, October 2024.

The Missing Piece.


 

Winter Night.