Lost Poetry Project – Two Pomes

Lost Poetry Project – Two Pomes

The Road We Travel I think about the road we travelled, How it all seemed so serene - The sun shone down, like no tomorrow, On timeless hills and fields of shimmering green. Yet there was work to do, and cares to manage, Your sick child never really out of mind. This journey too would [...]

Did I know then it was over?

Did I know then it was over?

That long-ago momentin a hotel corridor -a woman’s soft mews and a man’sblunt panting. My own lifesuddenly unraveled,undone by this happiness.Or by no more than a mutuallysatisfactory encounter, a momentstolen behind a thin painted door.Until the couple stoppedwhatever they were doing.A sudden silenceand I moved quickly on.