POETRY

MICHAEL WALSH POETRY

Since my poetry first appeared in EYE on SPAIN, 25,538 have visited the poetry blog to take a peek. This is of course gratifying. Patagonian-based internet marketing expert David Chu is adding to the international popularity of Michael Walsh poetry. He recently published a set of three collections.

Swallows, Swifts and Flights of Storks 1, 2 and 3 are available online for very little outlay. Each collection includes approximately 60 poems and beautifully illustrated with real photographic images.

The publication of Swallows, Swifts and Flights of Storks is a ground-breaking initiative. Suck and see, you can before you purchase read and listen to selected poems. These collections are much more than books. By going to contents and clicking on the title of a poem you go right to your choice of poem.

By clicking on the title of each poem you hear the author reciting that particular poem. This presumes you have already download Quick Time, which is on most computers and if not downloaded in minutes.

These collections are iPad and ePhone friendly. This means you can listen rather than read the poetry if you wish. Ideal for travelling, out for the day or just relaxing.

Michael Walsh poetry has an international reputation and is now being broadcast across the United States

MICHAEL WALSH BIO

Simply click on the link and then click ‘About Michael Walsh.’

http://www.walshpoems.com/

Nostalgia

Nostalgia is the future; the past without the pain,

Wistfulness the dream I dreamt when longing kept me sane,

Longing is the dream I have to be nostalgia free,

But slipping into future thoughts it never lets me be.

Nostalgia is seductive, the temptress and the sprite,

A shadow that won’t let me go, I carry it as blight.

Nostalgia is a lesson but a lesson I’ll not learn,

For none but I will ever know the past for which I yearn.

Nostalgia is the sentiment that’s knocking at my door,

For time will tell - I know so well that it will leave me poor.

Nostalgia is tomorrow, the past I can’t un-write,

Melancholy my lullaby, the ever bitter bite.

Nostalgia is the cross I bear, the price of growing old,

Reminisce and wistfulness are sentiments of gold,

Appreciate the moment, hold it to your breast,

When days will slip away from you -

Yearning is your guest.

Michael (Walsh) 14.02.2013

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