Nothing in this world seems to last.The peace of an early morning sunrise,the joy of a conversation,is here only for a moment,then it's suddenly past.The gentle breeze that blowswhile on the front porch rocking,becomes a storm of dark clouds -lightning and thunder -coming so suddenly it's absolutely shocking.On Monday you look in the mirrorand find a grey hair in your head.On Tuesday, you tell you... »
An indentation in the bed. The covers pulled back. A wet tooth brush near the sink. Today’s paper folded on the table. A half-eaten apple in the garbage can. Dirty socks in the clothes-basket. Clothes laid out for tomorrow.This poem © Kevin Walker. Published February 2013. »
suddenly with a burst of wind I see a blue police car speed violently by sirens blasting red lights flashing chasing after an eighty-five year old grandfather of six father of three who won’t make it to the hospital in time to tell her he loves her one last timeThis poem © Kevin Walker. Published February 2013. »