Wednesday, 19 March 2014

Poetry Thursday 102 - Age and an ode to MH370

Two poems this week for very different reasons and consequently different formats but linked by Shakespeare.


Talk about the seven ages of man.
In childhood life should progress without care.
When true love calls we abandon the plan,
a new path of life for two folk to share.
Your own offspring tangle the emotions
and pursue a path parallel to yours.
Their mistakes test your deepest devotions
when all you can see are similar flaws.
At twilight you need their understanding.
Life becomes harder and yet sweeter.
Health intervenes and concerns everyone.
Care is the key – end of life’s new meter
But remembering what’s past so much fun!

Ageing demands all our attention.
Love’s caress we pray is the solution.
©David L Atkinson March 2014

An Ode to MH370

MH370, MH370 wherefore art thou MH370
Whether it was the cabin crew or a disaffected passenger,
deny the guilt and refute the blame.
Or if thou wilt not
speak now plain and no longer be missing.

T’is thy whereabouts that is my curiosity.
Thou art somewhere though not in flight.
Thou hast several night’s cloak hiding thee from our sight.
Are your lives ended by their hate?
By whose direction finds thee out of place?

O blessed, blessed night, are we mistaken?
Is this but a dream?
Too ethereal and mysterious to be substantial?
Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy soul
but stay not lost forever.
©David L Atkinson March 2014

God Bless