Poems from philippanhorst
Let my works speak for themselves for they are a reflection of that which I am: the Piedmont, the old maritime coast, and then the ocean.
To live in the emotion of the moment
Is to walk through life blinded.
To blunder vaguely past events
And wander through relationships
While...
Far on the open plain,
With no limit to the sky,
Where the life of sun is slain,
And its blood pours out to die.
It streams over the hill...
The wind throws the hawk a gusty blow.
Her outspread wings steer her through the low
Troughs of airy waves, feathers skim tree tips.
Now...
Wandering in a wood of shelves and books,
Over litter, leaves fallen and gone
From branches of minds the winds of time shook,
For one page...
The twilight painted on the sky,
As the daylight dies
And night sings silently,
Does in me wake
What day did break.
My burdens fall to...