Barry Middleton

The Next Valley - Poem by Barry Middleton

the fact of mortality
makes me wonder

I see the trees fall
I see death's descent

every season passes
dust blows to oblivion

gardens lost forever
fade from memory

dark clouds obscure
a marvelous illusion

I am amazed
by desire's deceit

summer lilies wilt
seeds touch the earth

the next valley waits
a silent breeze stirs

Topic(s) of this poem: desire, illusion, mortality, seasons

Comments about The Next Valley by Barry Middleton

  • Dimitrios Galanis (2/2/2016 10:58:00 AM)

    You have a peculiar way of catching the moments, faces, happenings, events, nature's paces.I like it.But what else is poesy? Just this very one.To see things as never seen before, to extent the limits of understanding and feeling. (Report) Reply

    Barry Middleton (2/2/2016 11:02:00 AM)

    Sometimes a poem grows into exactly what I want it to be but sometimes it doesn't.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 31, 2016

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