Saturday, January 10, 2015

A Poem by Sydney Peck

Lost in the Mist

Grey fingers soft as a pickpocket's,
Soundless and sightless, have taken the sun--
Poacher in the kingdom of the blind.
Guests and ghosts of the realm steal in and out,
Cozened into thinking that
Feet pressed to the ground--
Ensure the lost land will be restored,
The theft of the sun will be recouped.

Sydney Peck is a schoolteacher of English, and a keen musician.  Writes and composes poetry and songs for a hobby.  Married with three grown up children, he has lived in Canada, USA, Ireland, England, and Russia.

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