David Bilsborrow and Cheryl Bilsborrow

Sunday, 4 October 2015

Poem of The Week

No-Bodies Future

Mirrors of smokey views are the visions that I can see
This makes the things that are not what they seem, different

Imagine the scene in its Psychedelic light
blinding me throughout the night

This is the future, so unclear, do not fear
It’s not for me or for you, we won’t be here

The next generation will express what they feel
They too will dream and fear the future that belongs to their children

Time takes. Time goes; ghostly it travels through closed and empty doors.   

James Larkhill

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