Unreachable High - Poem by Stuart Doggett
I look to the past so fondly
At the flags flying there,
The complicated flutters,
The brilliant colours
Waving back at me.
But putting the needle in my hand
Doesn’t have the same effect,
Patches and holes,
Scratches and falls,
Tatters that rustle the breeze.
Words that fell so easily
Cast shadows in the light,
Hide the new,
Tough to grow,
Hard to find the way up from below.
Colours keep on falling
Into vanishing space,
Words can't grow,
Nothing can renew,
Disappear before they were ever there.
Broken leaves drift across the floor,
And broken flags
Concealed behind closed doors.
Comments about Unreachable High by Stuart Doggett
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You