Kevin East

Rookie - 6 Points (22 April 1954 / Amersham bucks)

After The Show. - Poem by Kevin East

Orange lights
Behind black trees.
As couples hide
From winter's freeze.
And some poor soul
Falls to their knees
In the snow.
Alone
And with no place to go,
Is how love left me.
After the show.

Silver stars
In purple night.
And sweet sitars
In musical flight.
Swirl around my head.
My heart pounds,
In my bed
That is this park bench.
Where dreams are shed.
That agonising wrench
When hands that reached out
To touch in moonglow.
Wave goodbye
With a silent shout
After the show.


Comments about After The Show. by Kevin East

  • Rookie - 366 Points Poetheart Morgan (2/7/2013 9:00:00 AM)

    But
    Ooh, I'll top the bill, I'll overkill
    I have to find the will to carry on
    On with the show
    On with the show
    The show - the show must go on

    (Queen The show must go on) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 7, 2013



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