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Peevish Poets

When planets glow before Aurora’s rise,
and scattered stars migrate 'cross moonless skies.
I walk the leafy paths that take me home;
I have no inclination now to roam.

I pass the trembling trees, whose leaves have bled,
and share their sorrow over tears they’ve shed.
The dawn is breaking, far off, in the east,
and sounds of sighing ghosts have long since ceased.

Beneath the clouds, upon the heathered vales,
the dew drops wet the wings of nightingales,
seeking solace ‘midst the brightening bowers,
shelter from cruel autumn’s senseless showers.

And I walk on, down old familiar lanes;
I hurry, to avoid the coming rains.
I mutter like a madman, (that’s my age.)
And peevish poets often rant and rage.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: an aging poet, be kind

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About the Author

Region, Country: Buxton, Derbyshire., GBR

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Comments

Seren

Seren

2 years 5 months ago

Dera Blue-Eyed Bolla

I have to firstly apologise I read this earlier and I forgot to push send on my lengthy message, I really loved this walk. I always take walks with one particular poet in word, he writes of his wanderings, and I love it. To see the world through someone else eyes in words? well you can make it whatever construct you want from their words to your head.

I agree with Tim it does have a vintage feel to it.

Well done!! I don't see anything I would change or edit.

Btw that title is perfect.

Kind Regards Seren

Blue-eyed Bolla

Blue-eyed Bolla

2 years 5 months ago

peevish poets

Many thanks, Seren. I often wander lonely as a cloud... My verse sometimes comes to me when I'm walking. Thank you for your kind comments and helpful feedback on my poor little rhymes. It is much appreciated.