4/27/2018 Poetry by David HanlonGrandfather Clock My grandfather, like the antique clock, was a masterful timekeeper, a weight-driven pendulum encased in a tower. Who told me never to waste time giving more value to the material things in life over those who care for you. Who also told me that gratitude is a moment-to-moment practice, offered in even the very smallest of gestures. And I still here him ticking now, long after his time was up. A Portrait of You as Dahlia You’re dignified & grateful, can be any hue except blue, you generously unfurl florets— flowers that make up a flower. Mausoleum They say I'm brave, I'm coping so well; I feel impressive: like the Taj Mahal, beautiful even, but housing so much death. Bio: David Hanlon is from Cardiff, Wales, and currently living in Bristol, England. He has a BA in Film Studies and is training part-time as a counsellor/therapist. You can find his work online at Ink, Sweat & Tears, Fourth & Sycamore, Calamus Journal, Occulum, The Rising Phoenix Review & Writers Resist, among others. Comments are closed.
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