ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

Days when …

There are days when we die a little;
wounded by loss,
or failure,
or fear,
or darks that abide in unguarded places
where whispers unbidden adhere;
where dreams that are dredged
from the deepest of sleep
foreshadowing doubt, undefined,
infiltrate places where sense without reason
and memories unloved are consigned.

There are days when we grow a little;
buoyed by a smile,
or a word,
or a touch,
or the quivering tail of a four footed friend
with one story - “I love you so much.”
When the first light of dawn
brings the song of a bird;
an anthem to herald the day.
When a child’s attempt to walk the first yard
sees his feet get lost on the way.

There are days when we ponder a little
on the journey,
the discharge,
the prize.
How we accept joy and sorrow,
always knowing they’ll not compromise.
For the truth’s incontestable,
final, complete.
There is no forestalling the years.
And the journey that’s life, will forever and always,
accommodate laughter and tears.

Wazza

Thanks Matt. Very kind words. I haven't been writing much this year, started and scrapped a couple, but I was happy the way this one came together.
Wazza

Just about sums it up...there are days...

Top marks for that one, Wazza. Thought-provoking, with an interesting structure.

Cheers
David

Brilliant Wazza. This poem is full of wisdom and I will be adding this to my favourites to read again. Heather

ahh Wazza, seems even an old fisherman can find the truth in some of his stories...excellent stuff.

Thanks for the positive responses. Much appreciated.
Wazza

I tips me lid to ya, Wazza

That is a cracker of a poem, and a pleasure to read

"Where whispers unbidden adhere"...love it.

Beautiful Wazza. Very thought provoking. I read this over and over and each time was captivated. Thank you for bringing this little piece of magic to my morning.

Cheers
Sue

Thank you Allan and Sue. Glad you enjoyed the read.
Wazza