"cotswold" poems
Chloro green
Sandpaper brown
Contrasted elements
Amongst shattered wild
Sticks
Out in the sticks
Blinded by time
And peculiar brightness
I live in Cotswold grey
In harshness
And swollen greed
Of human reality
Guilty for want
Guilty for need
Helpless mind
Helpless body
To live in the sticks
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 7:08 AM UTC
I have tried to imagine my world without you:
summer swarming bees, distant Cotswold peaks
hidden in snow. The beauty of autumn mornings
along Blaisdon's remembered country roads;
a sunlit river Severn beyond Westbury, the
whirr of pheasants at spring midday and
the calling of owls towards midnight.
Now I know that none of it is the same
without you. But most of all I will never
forget your smile, your eyes your
gentleness and giving, your loyalty
and caring for old friends: *** Carter,
Frank and Elsie Hogg, in particular.
The memories we treasured, the
enjoyments we shared.
The love is forever there
despite time or distance -
clarified through tears.
So today I celebrate that
you existed; thanking
all of life for your life,
expressing my deepest
gratitude that out of
millions of people
and possibilities
our lives were destined
to be intermingled.
As in sorrow, I mourn your passing,
I know clearly and forever my world
can never be the same: Without You.
TOBIAS
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 7:03 AM UTC