Richard George

Rookie (June 1,1965 / Cheltenham, U.K.)

A Walking Sadness

Poem by Richard George

The Euston Road. April. Night.
Of all these London numberless
I love one:
my old shoes pound her name,
Lorna. Lorna.
Poet's shoes.
Now I SEE faces pass,
projected on her photoplay
for not being Lorna:
I have never felt this living,
thirty and a day
in artificial light and rain
and windscreen tear-blink.

Comments about A Walking Sadness by Richard George

  • Angelic Warrior (6/18/2009 3:07:00 PM)

    calming and beautiful....but it makes me sad.....when someone looses the one.....that's sad.....: (
    but i like the poem.....its very well written

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  • Pia Andersson (8/12/2007 2:48:00 PM)

    Beautiful but sad pictures comes to me reading you poem There is such a strong sense of presence in your poem and the title is brilliant!
    Thank you

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  • Mary Nagy (4/13/2005 2:59:00 PM)

    Love the imagery...........beautifully written Richard. Sincerely, Mary(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 13, 2005