Half Life

for W.

When the early mist

rolls down the Inntal

           and tired rain

           hits the early windows

and speaks in a broken voice,

splashes like tyres on tarmac,

your small engine of breath

stretches under trapped linen

           you are closed

           and distant.

Late Autumn. Time for Frost.   

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

This one has the sad feel of someone who is slowly passing from this earth. This is jut the feeling it gave to me. The emotional tug of this poem is strong and the imagery emotionally powerful as well. A well written poem.

[Coyote Song]

Very impressive poem. The mood of this is strong. The imagery is outstanding.
I enjoyed this poem.

[外人 (Gaiji..]

great poem, very well-penned.

[Ken Simm.]

Evocative and lyrical. It is permeated with mood.