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Sunday, 26 February 2012

Poetry of the day



             Springtime, ageing

    First as a hint that it is not final,
    the abiding sense of ending
    at a sudden narrow end --
    like a beast cornered,
    a hint you disbelieve fearing
    yet another falsehood,
    the long winter slackens.
    Then disbelief is undermined
    by hope you had thought
    had been banished,
    and it slowly turns
    first as outrage
    that winter`s enormity on your soul
    was not your final revelation
    but yet another heedless twirl,
    and then as exasperation
    at the huge task of learning
    the world all over again.

    It is different if you have
    things to look forward to
    of course,
    or if you live
    in different latitudes.

1 comment:

  1. Amavasya Dhillon Tamas Gray26 March 2012 at 18:23

    Tropic tropic on the globe,
    No twilight no shadows,
    No rage just age,
    No dying light,
    No glimmering landscape,
    Fade
    Diappear

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