Wakefield
long is the night
but long are the shadows
in crepuscular light
out by the meadows.
we sit and we stare
from hill tops up high,
breathe in the air,
gaze up to the sky.
the city is wide
the city is small
there's nowhere to hide
there's nowhere at all.
North
one beating moment
and then the next.
no bridge connects these streams.
there lies
simply a collection of moments
in time
will i remember this moment
when i am old?
or will i be stuck
in the forgotten past?
what's with the poems?
firstly, i like poems. they're fun to read and fun to write. in many ways poetry is similar to coding. each consist of a collection of individual lines which, on their own, are relatively meaningless, but together create something more. there are rules and subtle differences can have a great impact. both can be so beautiful.