by Richard Gildea | Dec 21, 2014 | Poetry
Tis joy which thou hath wrought from clay this day Creating with own hands, so fair of heart Whose scent assaults the senses (as bouquet) In image framed, twud deem true work of art With eyes dilating at each vision spied Neath furrowed brow, whilst focusing on form A...
by Richard Gildea | Dec 19, 2014 | Poetry
As feathered friend didst fall from chosen bough In crumpled heap; no more to trill sweet sound I wondered of a world ‘neath Farmer’s plough With life bereft of song (still’d underground) No more “t-wit, t-woo” twill fill the night No more dawn chorus greets attentive...
by Richard Gildea | Nov 7, 2014 | Poetry
Invisible to all who saunter by The ‘Other Man’ who lives within my frame Where once was light, I canst but now decry Non–physical the scars which also maim Twas as the day succumbed to starlit night Advancing o’er the land with senses primed Mine eyes didst then...
by Richard Gildea | Nov 7, 2014 | Poetry
‘Nine Hundred Thousand Stems’ now wend their way On down to river’s edge from vaulted room “Once more into the light” (I softly pray) Such sacrifice inferred by every bloom In situ, they appear untouched by time Divining out sad path to journey’s end As did on day...
by Richard Gildea | Nov 3, 2014 | Poetry
Tho odds diminish with our mounting dead Small comfort’s gleaned from numbers game at hand Here shakes the ground nearby my pounding head Remiss the thoughts I hold; canst understand? Whilst whistled ‘trr..iiii..ing’ from rounds won’t let me be Each Prayer is for the...
