When a memory is sharp,
It cuts like a blade,
When a memory is new,
It feels like it will never leave,
Time passes as normal,
And the memory wains,
Time never stalls,
And the memory weakens,
Till the memory looses meaning,
And seems to stop stinging,
Before long people forget,
And loose the reasons.
Over the years,
I thought I’d found love,
But it hadn’t been true.
Then along came,
Someone completely different,
And that was you.
Never did I consider,
You could be for me,
And save me from becoming bitter.
Now five years on,
I don’t look back,
On time that’s gone.
My heart became tin,
With the hurt of time,
And you opened it for me.
This is a time limited post,
More a plea to all my readers,
I’m trying to grow my reader base,
in the vain attempt to make my dreams closer to reality,
I know I’m no God’s gift to poetry,
Please feel free to say no to me,
But could you find it in your heart,
Would you mind sharing my site,
With your readers, friends and families?
Ask them to follow,
And read through my poems.
I’ll happily do the same in return,
Thank you for your continued reading.
I’m giving away one signed copy of PeskyPoetry: An Anthology. If I hit 200 followers here I will up it to three signed copies.
All you have to do is comment the name of your Favourite Author… And it doesn’t have to be a poet.
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Closing date is 10th May 2019 at 15:00 GMT
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The book will be sent (postage paid) to the winner.
The trees are heavy,
Blowing in the wind,
The ground changes,
A shade of pink.
The trees shed their spring coat,
And leave sprinkle their colour,
Over the paths and the roads,
Signalling the middle of spring.
Look around now,
And cherish the sight,
All the wonder,
Of Cherry Blossom.
Sat on a rock,
At the height of the day,
Is a little spotty friend,
Whiling the time away,
Just waiting for aphids,
To chew upon,
It rests and waits,
For dinner to come,
It’s alliteral little laidback ladybug.
Below is a preview of PeskyPoetry: An Anthology available now as paperback and eBook on amazon. I’m looking for people to review the book for me… If you like my poetry would you mind buying a copy and writing a review on amazon.