Tuesday, 22 January 2008

My Ship Of Death Has Set Its Sails (Four Senryus)

I.
A waking up that
You can’t reverse , ending in
A dream of waking

II.
A further hymn of
Death and dying, where my ghosts
Turn to flesh and blood

III.
In windows opened
By countless books, dead poets
Wait expectantly

IV.
Now the dead have come,
Looking to me, a cripple,
For their completion

© George H.E. Koehler, ca. 2000

2 comments:

Alex Nixon said...

Hi, do you call yourself George or Etnea? Anyway I'm Alex, I write music and I thought it might be interesting to write music with someone elses poetry, I like your work. Just a though... would you mind?

time said...

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