Poem By Roy Storey

It is not a kiss
it is the heart.
It is not the poem
but the rhyme.
of time.

Comments about Aftermath.

Bluntly good, sweetheart. t x
On second reading I understood this poem; what is is about. Truly on reflection which takes time, then are events better understood and treasured. OK Daphne Grant
Nice little poem with lots of meaning. Thanks for posting it. Sincerely, Connie Webb

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Other poems of STOREY

(1) Elizabath.

It is the time
for moving.
To a better time
down the road,

(1) Untill. (For Bet August 2006 To 2008)

The sun is still shining
down english country lanes.
Life changes
the past

A Day Begins

Sitting on a balcony
over looking the city
gray lifeless, out to sea
the first rays of light.

A Day.

A day will come
i will not rise.
Or wipe the sleep
out of my eyes.

All Seasons.

Will you ever
walk in England.
Will you ever,
talk in England.

And A Day

I am looking for a sliver
dawn, blue skys
where the land
flows on for ever.