Without You
Through the mist the sun’s stocky and yellow;
there’s little traffic in the town.
Each veiled day floats past unrecognised, unremembered.
Yet travelling back to a deeper remembrance
the days whizzed along with us carelessly hurtling after.
But now an hour is an age, a day is an aeon.
The morning is only half-filled with words or work,
the afternoons mooch across the fields aimless as cows.
This day-long solitude is the tariff paid for temporary closeness.
John Rice
Please note that the poems are copyright John Rice 2014 and cannot be reproduced without the express permission of the author.
Random Poetry!
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Lost Proprty Ofice
Pair of sunglases.A walking stic.
Flowr pot.
A trumpt.
A child’s tedy bear.
Gentlman’s brown hat.
Nike runing shoe (left foot).
Box of white candls.
A libray book.Pilow case (with embroidered elephant).
Set of fals teeth.
Plastic bnana.
Tenis racquet.
Hot water bttle.
Pair of scisors.
Umbrela.
A child’s Disny watch.A mouse (not a real one – a cmputer mouse!)
Smal suitcase.
Green flask with red beakr.
Map of London undergrond.
Silver whisle.
Larg jar of Vaseline.
Nine e’sthree l’s
two n’s
two o’s
two s’s
one a
one d
one f
one k
one r
one t
and one u.
If lost, please find.
John Rice
The author encourages parents, teachers and librarians to read the poems to children and young people. However, the poems are copyright John Rice 2014 and cannot be reproduced without the express permission of the author.
