Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Poem for Today : 'The Reaper'

The Reaper
Senses, feeling,
gentling, reeling
into the half-light
of dawning day.
Small hours
echoing
noiselessly onwards
into the half-night.
Icy chill
tingling, singing,
into the half-sight
of dreaming day.
Fingers reaching,
touching, clutching,
wrything, scything,
into the half-night.
Senses, reeling,
touching, feeling,
into the halfness
of non-existence.

© 1990 : Colin Gordon-Farleigh

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