By Colin Ian Jeffery
PROMPT — What is Love?
Old apple tree
There is an apple tree
At the bottom of the garden
Where my brother and I once played
Swinging on branches
Climbing high and low.
Tree has stood a century
Giving September crop of apples
Now in my old age a shrine
With memories of childhood.
There is an apple tree
Where I often go and sit beneath
And if I listen very hard
I hear my brother’s happy cries
As we climbed high and low.
Compass points
Beauty lies frozen in death's embrace, reclined
Coffin held, four compass points of my life
Now still, silent as stone, eyes forever closed
Leaving me a traveller without a soulmate.
In life my daily road, route into full of light
Seed of love’s most wondrous flowering
Steadfast rock within stormy seas, unyielding
Sweetest truth which death cannot deny.
Hope and promise for tomorrow’s dawn
Who in life kissed, embraced, was treasured.
Death took all away and time has stopped
With no more stars, sun and moon.
My lover was my morning, noon and night
Breath, I took, beat of heart, life’s sweetest joy.
Colin Ian Jeffery is an English poet, novelist and humourist. He is a modernist poet, a movement with development of imagism stressing clarity, precision and economy of language, and has a strong reaction against war, tranny, and oppression of truth and innocence, but unlike other poets in the modernism movement like Dylan Thomas and Ezra Pound he has a profound faith in God. Colin writes from Surrey, England.
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