Peter S. Quinn Poems

you'll long
to keep that fire

of touch and nerves
...

you'll look
at anything

personal
...

Each life is like a flower
With leaves of green and yellow
And in the rain shower
They become quite mellow
...

there's a way
for tomorrow
to come in
...

time eyes
blue morning reality

walking instant
...

today dresses
new time

yesterdays survive in
...

For a moment I had the word,
But that was just dust of time;
I was sending messages to souls,
But they were just sand corns.
...

the frozen colours
drawn from
the shattering retina
...

The misty dark
fills the fading
lights at sea
...

Each poem has a song
That echoes on to you,
With different meanings
Each time you read,
...