Thursday, August 9, 2007

A Day Lost

It is late at night here in our neck of the woods. The day has been a long and tiring one, for today we had business to take care of. The wife had to have one of those nuclear stress tests done, so that was a five hour job plus all the traveling time.

Never did get any work done on the computer changeover, all that will resume tomorrow and over the weekend. In my movement of files though I did come across a little poem I wrote a short while ago so I thought I would share that with you.

Solitary man

As restless as a tempestuous storm -
Filled to overflowing, with a torment
That was born of dreams unfilled.

Fighting against the ravages of time -
As now life’s juices slowly ebb,
Ever receding, to the desert floor.

And with the passing of the night -
The beast that was in him,
Died within his breast.

Eric Valentine Dec 17/06 ©



drips of paint said...

many of us can feel your poem in our heart ...

Eric Valentine said...

Thank you so much Tim my friend. The road takes many turns in life.

I do hope your painting is coming along very well, I can't wait to see them. :)

Faithful 2 U said...

Nice poem and blog!

Eric Valentine said...

Thank u F2 for your visit & the comment.

Please drop by anytime. :)

newnorth said...

Hope the computer updating is going more smoothly now. I like the poem!

Eric Valentine said...

Hi Newnorth, things are getting there SBS (slow but sure) and is much better than it was, got most of the files over now, the gizmo was a great help.

Glad you like the poem, have a great weekend.. :)

david santos said...

Very, very good, thank you

Eric Valentine said...

Thank you for your visit & comments David, it's always nice to see you here.