Kevin East

Rookie - 0 Points (22 April 1954 / Amersham bucks)

The Past. - Poem by Kevin East

Don't hang your hat
On the past.
It's a dead fire
A muted choir.
A pretty liar.
Tied to your mast,
Sail on
And cast
Your fate to the wind.
Don't cry for a shadow.
Eclipsing your sun.
It's a deal done.
A web spun.
Where you broke free.
Fly in the ether
Of a fantasy.
Where a heart born for you
Beats constantly
That silent drum of love.
Leave the past below
As you soar above.
And fade with her
Into rainbow.


Comments about The Past. by Kevin East

  • Rookie - 323 Points Poetheart Morgan (7/31/2013 9:01:00 AM)

    I use to say for the past, just 30 seconds
    Past is not guaranty of happiness but experience for the future.
    I loved the sound of drums too. Is like a big heart beat. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 9, 2013


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