Peter Alan Soron

Rookie (1963 / England)

Kerry - Poem by Peter Alan Soron

Into the cold night winds
Blow the sultry seeds of confusion
Into the freezing breeze of winter’s dawn
Go the thoughts of a man forlorn

Weeping stars stare over
A figure walking lowly below
Racing shadows overwhelming at every light
A sad, sad man

Don’t feel sorry for yourself
Say the friends of another
Now that he is distant
Now that he is just other

Languidly he strolls along the dim avenue
Through cold after cold orange glances
Filaments hot and burning, dancing
Their passionate dances

Not he though, each nerve ending
In his body is wane, his emotions stunted
Where blood was apt to rise through his heart
He is now drained of red and suffused in blue

He walks across the road alone
No care for life or living or tomorrow
The clouds above too sullen to break
This was the night sweet Kerry sent him home.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

I grew up in England, and I was a shy kid. Kerry was my first love and I was too in love with her. I used to follow her like a puppy dog, never quite believing my luck. And so, of course, it didn't last long, but while it lasted, it was the best time of my life.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 8, 2013


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