ringing the flagstones loud,
voices blending into each other,
that creative human recipe.
The scrape of a chair,
were faces red from wine or sun?
The hiss of coffee being poured,
hidden by spurts of steam.
And there you were,
framed by the door,
an acolyte of spring,
such energy, such brio.
I found my breath,
my pulse racing.
We played with food
and swirled our wine,
you gushed about the brioche,
But I desired your lips
and your sweet wine.
The shadows of the past
When I’m not looking
Darker than ever before
Looming even larger
Scarier than what I remember
More eerily sinister
In hurriedly hushed silences
Ominously hissing closer
Heralding a spell of doom
I feel the walls close in on me
As I’m stuck inside this room
Against the spokes of time
Put in some distance
Dig a moat
And pull up the drawbridge
Into an island of isolation
And don’t even dare
To venture a glance
Towards your own shadow
30 pieces of silver
Or a sum far less than precious
Is all it’ll take
For your very soul
To sign your own damnation.
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A Special Thank You from our friend Walt!!
I’m taking a moment to thank all of you, my followers,
for believing in my poetry, for your support and
encouragement, and most of all, your friendship.
I have gained so many friends here and love each and
every one of you. Your comments have inspired me
and encouraged me and that alone keeps me going.
When I started this blog last year, my first post was titled
“Welcome To Walt’s Writings”, posted on April 7, 2017. It
received 3 likes and 1 comment(from my wife). I knew
nothing about categories, tags, or WordPress. Most
of my first posts were updates of poetry I had written
back in the late 70s and 80s.
I met several of you very early and you started following
me and supporting me. Great friendships were developed
and I owe so much to those of you who liked what I was
doing in those…
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