Barry Middleton

A Spell - Poem by Barry Middleton

there isn't much time
for prayer or for rhyme
the clock keeps ticking all day

the rain softly falls
and a somber mood calls
the sky is foreboding and gray

I cannot quite believe
for the sharp winds deceive
and hope only seems to betray

for the cold casts a spell
like a dreaded death knell
and grief that forever must stay

Topic(s) of this poem: weather

Comments about A Spell by Barry Middleton

  • Dimitrios Galanis (1/28/2016 1:58:00 PM)

    Ιlike your way of structuring the poems, dear Barry.You have something scelial to say by each one.And say it poeticaly. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Poem Edited: Monday, September 19, 2016

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