alors, et toi?

Three Days Told

by Tony Downing

Tony Darwin

Cloud simulacra near, maybe a mile or two I see forever and through the blue the first warmth of spring’s sun Even if blind one could feel I am to be gone from here. A wanting for you in which to confide lost to the roots, reborn elsewhere. Change is now for the roses suppressed within their scent. Paint skies new colours of crimson, cobalt and indigo. I want to see new days come alive and the same ones die with you. Then shall I call to the night - cast a net for its diamonds, counting them all, tell of you. How in a world that did not hear until Pluto rose in the sky did a heart cry tearing to shreds things that were lies. The being here is waiting for death to revive, the pleasing is bleeding me dry. Never is it right to be in the shadow of grief or to dare to wonder, as time goes by, if life can hold some peace. So shall I cast away that which was mine brave a brand new sky to reminisce over fields of corn. Beyond the darkened woods, ponder this childhood dance and forever will it remain... Lost in a part of England which once was mine. For R.J. 2002

About The Author

Tony Downing was born in England 1952, has a BA Professional Writing degree with teaching experience, composes and lectures poetry for adults. He attended Summer School at Hartwick University, Oneonta, New York State in 2005. He is a father of two adult children with one grandchild. Poetry published by small press magazine and anthologies in the UK. Today he writes on various forums and @ Editred.com

His works of philosophical poetry are short stories, a collection specially compiled for a book entitled Parallel Minds (unpublished).

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