Month: Dec 2010
Nothing Stays the Same [poem]
Even though our faces take the same form every day,
Secret changes happen there (the realful underplay).
The time will come when –
Looking in the mirror at our eyes –
We’ll see that transformation comes
And realise
Time flies.
Flotsam Jetsam [sonnet]
Appearing like the dawning of a day,
She slowly made her light shine in my soul.
Exploding like the sun’s horizon play,
While diamond facet glistening glows unfold.
Now mesmerised by all the shades I see
Or feel inside; and torn apart by grey
And empty prisms swathed in filigree,
My golden splash of glare becomes dismay.
When moonly tides turn waters into foam,
I feel my full desires begin to drown.
My passion waxed and waned (no more to roam);
All light delights and gleams you now confound.
The maiden of illusion fades once more
While I am all washed up on distant shores
© 2010, Alan Morrison
The Naked Troubadour 