Travelling Poems
2 Pieces
by Phillip Priest
I travel through
mile after mile of darkness.
The headlights bore a hole in the Night
that is stretched
so tight across this wide land
......
Going away
by Bloomcor Productions
The sky turns red, blue and yellow,
I take in the beautiful horizon.
Feeling a bit lost and mellow,
Here in the village I am from.
The black contour of the church,
Contrasts sharply with the colourful sky.
On the edge where darkness emerges,
Where clouds become invisible and just fly.
......
I am weary
by Alexander Palmer
I am weary.
My hands ache from the frigid touch of the winter winds, and my boots have worn thin from my unwanted travels.
I did not choose to set out on this path.
Nor do I, in any significant way, choose to continue it.
It is a strange beast, this path, unknowable and yet so awfully, awfully known.
I remember every jagged rock, every ditch in the drought-ravaged soil.
And when I tell myself that I know this path, it shows me that I do not.
My pack is heavy.
......
I am weary
by Alexander Palmer
I am weary.
My hands ache from the frigid touch of the winter winds, and my boots have worn thin from my unwanted travels.
I did not choose to set out on this path.
Nor do I, in any significant way, choose to continue it.
It is a strange beast, this path, unknowable and yet so awfully, awfully known.
I remember every jagged rock, every ditch in the drought-ravaged soil.
And when I tell myself that I know this path, it shows me that I do not.
My pack is heavy.
......
Going away
by Bloomcor Productions
The sky turns red, blue and yellow,
I take in the beautiful horizon.
Feeling a bit lost and mellow,
Here in the village I am from.
The black contour of the church,
Contrasts sharply with the colourful sky.
On the edge where darkness emerges,
Where clouds become invisible and just fly.
......
2 Pieces
by Phillip Priest
I travel through
mile after mile of darkness.
The headlights bore a hole in the Night
that is stretched
so tight across this wide land
......
