by Richard Gildea | Nov 5, 2013 | Poetry
No corner of some foreign field for me As sand grains borne by wind, doth shape this land Nor green and pleasant ending soon to be Lest mirage forms creating close at hand This day arrived ‘neath bright and pale blue skies Another just like any other dawn Where...
by Richard Gildea | Nov 5, 2013 | Poetry
Tho’ all alone, I was aware of you Who held my life within sure hands ‘that day’ Such thoughts as I ascribe, no more than due For one so ill equipped to hear me say Humility becomes a gifted man Whose skill adept is there for all to see Yet miracles performed as part...
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 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...
