by Alan Noakes
I raise my head slowly
Old eyes peer through the glass
I see the leaves gently swaying
Fondly caressed,
By a soft south west breeze.
Rooftops baked in the sun
Shadows cast, as windows
Sparkle in reflection.
Higher and higher
I raise my gaze,
The heaven a deep blue wonder
Clouds yonder
Shaped by the wind.
I begin to remember and ponder.
Memories like dreams
Skipping through my mind
Frivolous or so it seems,
Good and bad ones I find.
My smile is gone,
Eyes close, and
Sadness descends.
My voice raises a song,
But it is only a lament,
In this old body spent.
So many regrets
Shivering in a cold sweat
So many lost loves
Who flew like doves
Into the heavens.
So many stolen
As life’s ending is spoken.
I lower my head slowly
Old eyes cast down dimly.
Shoulders sink in a deep sigh
My own journey will end,
With a last look to the sky.
Copyright ©:
Alan Noakes
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External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
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Poems in English
- Robert Burns: My Lord A-Hunting:
- Robert Burns: The Bonie Moor-Hen:
- Robert Burns: Prologue: Spoken by Mr. Woods on his benefit-night, Monday, 16th April, 1787
- Robert Burns: Verses Intended To Be Written Below A Noble Earl’s Picture:
- Robert Burns: Epistle To Mrs. Scott: Gudewife of Wauchope-House, Roxburghshire.
- Robert Burns: Inscription For The Headstone Of Fergusson The Poet:
- Robert Burns: Extempore In The Court Of Session:
- Robert Burns: Bonie Dundee:
- Robert Burns: Rattlin’, Roarin’ Willie:
- Robert Burns: Mr. William Smellie -A Sketch:
- Robert Burns: To Miss Logan, With Beattie’s Poems, For A New-Year’s Gift, Jan. 1, 1787:
- Robert Burns: Address To A Haggis:
- Robert Burns: Address To Edinburgh:
- Robert Burns: Yon Wild Mossy Mountains:
- Robert Burns: A Winter Night :
- Robert Burns: On Sensibility: Fragment
- Robert Burns: Epistle To Major Logan:
- Robert Burns: Tam Samson’s Elegy: When this worthy old sportman went out, last muirfowl season, he supposed it was to be, in Ossian’s phrase, “the last of his fields,” and expressed an ardent wish to die and be buried in the muirs. On this hint the author composed his elegy and epitaph.-R.B., 1787.
- Robert Burns: Composed In Spring:
- Robert Burns: Inscribed On A Work Of Hannah More’s: Presented to the Author by a Lady.
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