***EXTRA*** Poetry--All On a Dark and Shadowy Day

NOTES: 2011--I started writing what we would now call rather "emo" poetry circa 1970. By this point, it was a bit of a regular thing. Don't judge me! A lot of YOU did it, too, you know! It's a fairly standard teenage thing, actually. My poetry, however, was genius...or so I thought at the time anyway. I began collecting it for posterity in a blank book that was thrown away at the office next door. Looking back now there really ARE some good ones....like five maybe...out of a couple of hundred! Don't worry. I won't make you read them all but this one, written today in 1976, is referenced in a couple of days in the Journal.

ALL ON A DARK AND SHADOWY DAY

by Steven Thompson January, 1976

All on a dark and shadowy day,

Three lights upon the sky.

There the wind and rocks at play,

Angel, devil and I.

If a dream would die 'neath velvet clouds,

A calm we've never known,

Would live the life of desert sands,

To the wind forever blown.

All on a bright and beautiful day,

No sights upon the sky.

There, where the silence of ages lay,

I lay me down to die.

Trust me, almost all of 'em are like that.

I continued writing poetry for another five years or so and there are even a few stray poems in the volume from the eighties, nineties and one as late as 2002! Sadly, with the occasional exception, I never got much better than this one.