A very serious poem for a saturday when I could be listening to late night radio.
These Days.
Who marked it out this way
That fear crept in.
Let instinct have these days
That have their edge on you
Press play begin.
Who marked it out this way
These days,
What prey....
On reason laid
This game you cannot win
Let instinct have these days
The castaways of form
And sin.
Who marked it out this way
These days.
Who marked it out
This way.
Frank Murphy.
Photo: Trim Poet Tommy Murray
at the Knightsbridge open mic.
3 comments:
Hi Frank, I came across two of your poems In the Irish American Post, winter/spring edition 1 while surfing. ( Stray Sod and Lost roads Of South Meath )nice one.
PS, Tommy looks well on the podium, he's a bit serious though, These Days
Many thanks for the comment. There's a song about Milwaukee!
FM.
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