David Wood Poems

There is a silence in some
Of those famous paintings
That grace our museums.
Portraits silently looking
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Autumn ushers in the golden blaze of leaf
When every tree delightfully looks their best,
And long shadows point with fingers brief
With the sun slung on a low horizon blest.
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Please do not mourn for me when I am dead
For I have hence gone to a higher place
And I have said all that had to be said
I have done everything and run the race.
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The evening of the day is upon us
All our hopes and aspirations lay bare
All the accomplishments and all the fuss
All the hundreds of things we did with care.
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Poets write about stars in the night sky
They twinkle and glow or sit shining bright
They inspire lover’s dreams not to be shy
About loves beauty shining in the night.
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Gently the night descends all around us
The day now run its course about to close
The dusk of evening swirls without much fuss
And stars twinkling in the night do pose.
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Love in ones older years is sweet and kind
When grey hairs and frail bodies take a hold
And memories of your love fill your mind
When you were once young and your love was bold.
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The law is an ass dressed in ermine robes
The ass is guided by the government monkeys
Who wield the whip of parliamentary statutes.
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Love can make the young fool blind by its charms
When new love cannot see the surface cracks,
Where an eagerness to please sometimes harms
And two hearts may walk along separate tracks.
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Pain of the heart
That exists from its own side,
Not physical, not cancerous,
But deep and enduring.
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