George Ruddock – George Ruddock

Am I Still a Poet?

I search for words that rhyme
To use in poems of love, of sorrow
I search for words to capture moments
That my soul can’t … Read the rest

The snow is going, the cold retreats
The air is softer, the frost is gone
And the rain falls with a steady grace
Cleaning the … Read the rest

Strange to be back, many changes
But many names and faces I recall
I wouldn’t say my time at Stopsley was a ball
But it … Read the rest

Hearts may age, their rhythm will slow
Their lights may dim, scars may show
Yet they continue to laugh, to cry
As they reach … Read the rest

The white, the blue, the grey
That sky a masterpiece of art
That reaches out to touch our hearts
At the end of a busy … Read the rest

She sits alone under the moon
Phone in hand, where is he?
Will he come soon?
Or has the dream flown.

By the canal where waters gleam
A market town stirs, like a dream
The air is cold and crisp, but the night will glow
As … Read the rest

In a market town on a rainy evening
The sky is ever changing
As orange and yellow blend
And evening comes and rain decends

Under the library lights there is a room full of dreams
The mic stands still, awaiting its themes
A hush of whispers, hearts in flight… Read the rest

A Sunday afternoon, an Autumn day
The wind blows, untamed and cold
Leaves take flight, a garden ballet
Spinning and twirling, many carried away