Monday, 22 November 2010

Bad Poems 5

I'm posting some very old poems that I wrote when I was 17 and 18. Some I knew were terrible at the time!

I think I know who this one is about. For the life of me I can't remember anything I had to fight to overcome to be with him... oh well.

Fight the Flood

I always take the easy route
Avoiding stress to hide.
I run before the rushing wind
And ride the changing tide.

Oh, it would be so simple now
To give in to the wave,
To float upon the swirling push
Which tries me to enslave.

But flight would be away from you,
And that I cannot face,
And so I try to turn and stand
To fight the flowing race.

You lean into the mighty flood
And feel your soul ascend:
A kite upon the winds of love,
To reach joy without end.

Nov 1989