" April is the cruellest month
breeding lilacs out of the dead landmixing memory and desire
stirring dull roots with spring rain " T S Eliot
april leaves today
i don't want to say goodbye
a weary poet replete with verse
will now hibernate under a fur rug
and emerge in the spring
a rockstar across the ocean
found her broken bits
strewn along the shore line
polished and pieced them together
with care and love
she will always remember him
with gratitude and affection
A stranger from yesterday
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Across the ocean
Not far away
Chiseled gently
And the rock found the lamb
When next by his sea
A pebble he'll find
Place it his his cave
For his autumnal friend
And keep it safe
Until her spring returns
Ps
ReplyDeleteCould you post an ad on your blog for an unemployed muse?
WANTED:
ReplyDeletePoet's muse for April 2013
Must be charming, witty, odd,(bit like Doddles really!) possess rock star good looks, literary talent and a surreal sense of humour.
Testamonials and character references will be required from
the said's local publican, parish priest,local hardware store and at least one neighbour of the opposite sex.
Only one applicant will be successful.The right one.
ha getting to the end of poetry month def makes one want to crawl under something for a bit...smiles...glad the rockstar was able to put her back together you know...
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