Let’s try be serious this week and see how it goes. > Sunday

How about a poem to start. A poem can be a frightfully serious thing.

Through golden shards I see her one last time

Summer’s fading light reflected

and slow she turns away.

And ever since each moment tight in chains I’m bound.

Such cruel memories remind me often,

of things that I gladly a king’s ransom would pay,

and to forget.

And then, with sun on my face I look to her and at last,

as love lost fades into bliss I rest.


Author: Michael

Husband, dad,(ex)programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation;

8 thoughts on “Let’s try be serious this week and see how it goes. > Sunday”

  1. This is very cool! I didn’t believe it when I saw the word “serious” in the title and bounced in all skeptical. Even as I read it, I kept expecting something from left field. At the end, I thought, “huh, the title wasn’t a joke?” So the irony is that the serious poem is from left field because the style and tone is so different from the screwball humor of much of your poetry. I enjoyed it a lot as I like unexpected things.

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  2. Thanks… yes I think it’s got a few people by surprise maybe people were expecting some sort of final twist right at the end that made it silly but no, I thought I’d just try something a little different this week

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