David Wood (07 April 1950 / London)
Biography of David Wood
David Wood Poems
Bluebells carpet the woodland floor Packed so tightly that insects tip-toe Softly and quietly between them. Their beauty unlocks a woodland door
The sudden flash of delicate blue That lightning strike so wondrously true There, gone in the blink of an eye, And no matter how hard you try,
Sonnet 88: Trees
There is never a sight more beautiful Or so amazing than that of a tree, In summer with branches and leaves so full With gently swaying boughs for all to see.
Ode To The Golden Daffodil
Daffodils in their twilight fade As May begins to shine Their fragrance lost for another year, A display both delicate and fine.
The Girl With The Pearl Earring
What was she thinking, sitting there? Her blue and gold head scarf hanging Down her back, that pearl earring, those Bright red lips drawn slightly apart.
Grace And Beauty
Her beauty walks before her Night and day blend together In cloudless skies and starry nights Her eyes warm the earth and
Sonnet 6: Unrequited Love
Oh those lips that Love designed for kissing Are of such beauty and so soft to kiss. Yet Cupid’s arrow fired but keeps missing Our paths seldom cross and do often miss.
Sonnet 59: When You Consider Nature All ...
When you consider nature all around You see the total perfection complete Beauty in nature perfectly profound In the eye of the beholder discrete.
Sonnet 73: On Pollution
We pollute the atmosphere day by day With heavy industry belching out fumes Burning fossil fuels is not the game to play With smoke from chimneys pushing out dense plumes.
Cherry blossom fell like confetti In the wind, but there was no bride Or groom only a pair of robins On the grass beneath the cherry tree.
Autumn leaves begin to gently fall As summer just fades away And blackberries from the hedgerow Make a feast at the end of summer ball.
The week after the funeral the house was cleared Memories taken to the auctioneers to be sold off, The polished sideboard and dining room table, The picture frames now empty of smiling faces.
The woods, aye, they do decay, The ivy creeps forever upwards From the ground to the canopy, Up the trunk that rots from within.
Love Will Survive
Love is stronger than Death More precious than life, Until you find it you may disagree, But you will confirm when it has
Oh, what fair beauty to behold
Your colour so bright, so bold.
Rising in the early morn
Resting your head in the mid-day storm.
Even in meadows of the underworld power,
Persephone wandered to pick the flower.