To melt togetherA Poem by Rudi J.P. LejaeghereNow Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt. William AllinghamYears which trickling melt
together as a tap, that’s never closed I write the words through the
pipe, flowing or faltering they
babble down and tell of things when I was
little,
driving on a bicycle to big, falling and ripping my knees
open, hiding silently under the
table letting myself disappear, seeing my mother getting
desperate when she fruitless searches
for me,
time rides like a train, with the highest velocity he
glides my seasons nearer to me,
of setting steps as a child, entering
puberty and making love in the spring, experiencing myself what I
never believed from my parents, the rain and the drip of
getting older, and later, as I hope with some
delay, coming to the last station,
images are sliding, words melt
together, years are growing grey, behind
me are the fields that are ploughed, some of
them still undeveloped, I’m rather happy, but also a little
sad for what I, later on, will
have to leave behind.
© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere 11/12/2015 © 2015 Rudi J.P. LejaeghereFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorRudi J.P. LejaeghereWingene, West-Vlaanderen, BelgiumAboutI'm from Belgium. English is not my native language, but I like to read English poems and books. I have written a lot of Dutch poems during the last forty years. With some of them I've got prizes in B.. more..Writing
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