by Brian Taylor
Leaves blowing
in a wind
that has no origin
(and no destination).
Shadows falling
on an ancient wall
(fall and fade).
Still the children
watch the shadows fall.
And learn and learn
and learn
to name them all
(before they fade).
Hands
reaching fingertips
towards a distant,
uncomprehending moon;
clutching in frustration
(shattering its reflection
in a puddle).
From:
Blondin
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Brian Taylor is a poet and philosopher presently living in Cornwall, England and the Far East., Website: www.universaloctopus.com, Poetry works include:, BLINDNESS KINDNESS (1968), GOING OUT THERE IS NO OTHER (1995), COMING BACK THERE IS NO TRACE (2005), BLONDIN (2006), BAMBOO LEAVES (2007), OXFORD POEMS (2008), GNOMONIC VERSES (2015)
Last updated June 21, 2014