Black Rocks in Oriental Bay, Wellington

Black Rocks in Oriental Bay, Wellington

Could stillness be converted into rhyme
and age become a rhythmical address,
with weight a simple synonym for time,
darkness for that lacking emptiness,

I could then do no more than wish my days
encompassed by this eloquent repose,
enabling me to contemplate the ways
I might have chosen, and the way I chose.
Categorized as Poems

By Arthur Richardson

Very part time poem maker. Retired from paid work.

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