by Richard Gildea | Nov 2, 2013 | Poetry
As held within creation’s crib, unborn Where life begets; ‘tis how I came to be Developing as foetus yet to form From blocks which build originality My DNA may prove to be unique Perchance to hold a quill ‘twixt fingers webbed Expressing thoughts unable yet to speak A...
by Richard Gildea | Nov 1, 2013 | Poetry
Whilst reading ‘twixt the lines of book one holds I’ve formed o’er time, a diff’rent point of view Of life, where changed existence now unfolds Before my eyes both big and dark of hue Where once romance did blossom midst the gun An urgency to touch another’s heart...
by Richard Gildea | Aug 7, 2013 | Poetry
How drained am I, as sunrise sheds its light Upon reflection (Mine, not his) now shown Such wan complexion paints a dreadful sight As daybreak fills the room, he now hath flown An armful was the quota so required A sample more than ample for his needs Twas found on...
by Richard Gildea | Aug 5, 2013 | Poetry
With eyes half closed, I drift away through time Along known roads which take me far from home Familiar sights I glimpse midst upward climb Reminders of the path I chanced to roam Whilst looking back, I ponder choices made How influenced was I by friends and peers...
by Richard Gildea | Aug 1, 2013 | Poetry
A work of Art thou art, if truth be told Created and conceived to please one’s eye Perchance no finer sight wouldst e’er behold No image framed, more beauty couldst imply Feint brushstrokes in your hair, seem quite innate Upon appraisal of technique suffused Such...
