by Richard Gildea | Sep 15, 2016 | Poetry
Neath waves which churn the air above my head I sense the depth twixt here and ocean floor No sooner doth the swell increase one’s dread Than riptide carries farther out from shore Whilst drifting off may lend oneself to sleep Tis taking breath; pre-empts a last...
by Richard Gildea | Sep 11, 2016 | Poetry
What’s happened here this day, this hour, I cannot fathom still Yet here I am embroiled in cause which seeks alone to kill Forgive this action that I take, in faith that’s notwithstanding Of consequences I believe beyond one’s understanding Searing heat may take my...
by Richard Gildea | Sep 6, 2016 | Poetry
My languid form reclines as if in pose Whilst soaking up the warmth of yonder star A gentle breeze meanders ‘twixt my toes I sense in turn as each bids “au revoir” Tis glorious when life just saunters by No headlong dash to greet what’s yet to come No...
by Richard Gildea | Sep 6, 2016 | Poetry
I am aware my life’s on loan: tho due To be redeem’d when e’er Thou choose to call Still yet awhile, doth Pray my days accrue Allotted span perchance this once forestall Thru early years my Spirit roam’d as free No fear of intervention from ‘On High’ No obligation...
by Richard Gildea | Sep 6, 2016 | Poetry
Confession (hath been said) ‘tis good for soul Whilst contemplating ‘end of rope’ demise Helps concentrate the mind; brings self control ‘Fore dread of what’s to come, thru fear belies O’er years the same routine hath oft’ played out ‘Ere final walk to gallows sealed...
