C.W. James Poems
|1.||The White Arch||9/21/2009|
|2.||The Sun Has Turned Green||9/22/2009|
|3.||Ballad Of Night And Day||9/29/2009|
|4.||The Short Art Of Frivoling||11/20/2009|
|5.||Life On A Page||11/22/2009|
|6.||The Fortunate, The Puppets And The Fool||11/23/2009|
|7.||While Wandering Lost Among The Clouds||11/25/2009|
|8.||The Resurrection (Draft 1)||1/21/2010|
|9.||O Thou Love For Me Was Captured That Night (Sonnet 1- Eilidh)||2/18/2010|
|10.||All But The Bard Dance A Morris||2/23/2010|
|11.||Lost In The Asphodel Meadows||3/1/2010|
|12.||One, Nine, Nine And Counting||9/15/2009|
|13.||The Bounty Of The Weary Mind||9/18/2009|
|14.||Days Consumed By The Nights Shadow||9/18/2009|
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Days Consumed By The Nights Shadow
Turn out the lights,
Blow out the sun,
For seeing causes my body much pain.
Send the choir from the trees,
Silence all joy and fun,
It's enough to drive me from the valley of the sane.
Half dressed I sigh,
No words can I speak,
A throat too dry, a mind too blank.
No movement can come,
From a body so weak,
To escape from the bottle in which I sank.
Alone I lie,
A familiar sight,
A familiar feeling, a familiar falling.
Since she spread her wings,
and on one's own took flight,
On a journey I'm forever stalling.