My Poetry Poem by Barry Middleton

say I would describe the setting sun
comparing it once again to death
the afterglow is but the end of heat
to the east the coolness of the moon

or that I speak of love and betrayal
it may be a rose with poison thorns
a Judas kiss, calm before the storm
the fickle heart of the Miller's tale

perhaps I shall curse the angry gods
like a nomad damning their retreat
creating a universe without apples
and thus withholding heaven's seed

now in the proper study of mankind
the subject may be beauty or brutality
nurturing Madonna caressing her child
or stalking maniacs who rape and kill

and last the unknown poet in his age
pens one more verse to bless the past
with only one regret to carve in stone
that man and love and stars don't last