There was no grand sunset
painting the sky with
orange and pink hues.
no stars shining down
from Heaven,
no moon to light the way
to salvation
no one to pray for his soul
in the cold and dark
as he lay down
closed his eyes
and said good bye
to the memories
Category: Free Verse
Some Things Never Change
Hell, I never thought I’d
make it through the seventies
let alone eighties or nineties
now it’s a quarter past
the turn of a new century
and it still feels
like I’m dreaming
still wondering which path to take
which road to travel.
Too scared to take a breath
afraid it will all unravel
Runaway
a billion years ago
I hit the road
with just my thumb
pockets full of hope
mind full of dreams
head in the clouds
feet itching
for something
knowing nothing
headed off on my own
alone
and no one even
seemed
to care
where I ended up
I’ll let you know
when I get there
~A Rose by Any Other Name~
They say
that in poetry
one can confess
all their sins
be freed from
their past
and start again
but these words
I write
won’t last long enough
to be remembered
no matter how hard
I try to hide them
behind flowery prose
they will never
smell like a rose
Honor Thy Father and Mother
From the sweat
flowing down the laborer’s brow
the cuts and callouses
etched into their hands
the steely determination
engraved on their furrowed faces,
freedom was born and fed.
they should be given
the same respect and admiration,
as any beloved parent is due.
Jerry Brotherton 