Colloquy Poems - Poems about Colloquy

I hear myself talking to the radio; the shock-jock stops pushing words into my vehicle, a pause, as if he is listening. I don’t get paid for my opinions my place is to be a listener, a non-combatant, just ears and a vast echoing space between them. The dead-air threatens to kill its audience. The broadcaster voice gets louder as his mouth moves...

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A Colloquy of Perfection David J Walker It was before words were created to be misunderstood Before a colloquy could be called To describe the depression or crying or dying Around a primitive campfire Long before numbers were ordered and used to count the cost Of a contest tossed into the flames Before innocence was lost In the names of prophecies of profits...

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As for the Silence of Clouds By David J Walker How random the trek of thoughts Floating through the grey ether of imagination In connected but disassociated ways Like stray clouds Passing by with Nothing to say Each a form of its own meaning Needing to be painted on a canvas of thick paper and plain words A...

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Will you wait for me till the moon parts the clouds and the lake looks serene ? A reticent encounter; I want to speak through- silence. A shadow play will do. Mystic nights weave- a conspiracy. The insects hover like words. A lamp ? No I will burn my bridges to illuminate the river. Between the math- and a story...

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Weather Colloquy I have seen the storm- cometh with angry tones steady in its wrath dropping massive hail stones I have seen the sky- wet earth to its core steady with its rain pelting down forever more I have felt the hot sun- naked fire upon my back steady with its heat so fierce was its attack I have endured the cold- winter blasting all about steading with its ice wind...

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“Never once doubt that my love will survive, Blessing you always while you are alive. When our hearts beat no more, love we will share. All of eternity love will be there.” So you would say to me, but you were wrong: Love’s but a blossom frail or a brief song, Withered the petals, the music off-key. Sometimes I think that you...

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