Eternal Swans by Jason Christopher
A brief cold shiver
shrugs of Winter chill
sighs and cries.. .
a moment to say a caring message
yet someone dropped those words
words can feel heavy
so very heavy
someone spoke to say something
they couldn’t speak nor say, forsaking words and losing balance
as they fumbled over into voids of silence
those clumsy words we hold and throw and catch and share…
not one word was found to speak
Along the path
someone past her by
she caught a glimpse
time trickles past.. .
rivers flow and flow
restless rivers, restless time
the flow of life
A ponder of thoughts by a river bench
they never age, once gone, those faces
memories are like ever-life flowers
drooping bold colours
just like photographs
good times smile
bad times.. . they all kind of fade away.. . with flowing time.. . . . . .
By a river
stillness, all quiet, smiles will come through
the laughs you had together
the warm words
she bought some flowers for both herself and her mother
and all the good memories.. .
the scent of Summer field and parks
in breeze and daze…
dazed.. . . .
A Summer’s day
© Jason Christopher 2016