Poetry by Jeff Green


Still no sense.

by cricketjeff on May 28, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

She thought what a night would be like in his arms
But he couldn’t see she was looking
He walked on the street past the life and the charms
And the queues at the box office booking
He saw no balloons in the colours of fun
As he passed by his life without care
For him as he walked the blue sky held no sun
No sounds of small birds in the air
His rain has no taste has no lemon or lime
The fountain is water and stone
The songs that he hears have no meaning, no rhyme
And he walks through his life on his own

Author notes

I’m shadowing the master again