Soft Summer Reverie
A small expression about being on the expanse of a windswept field, whatever the season, really, but placed in the golden, summery panorama in this poem. Please enjoy!
`
Amber reeds, pliant
in the summer wind
swaying, dancing-
synchronised
now syncopated
and back again
shouting then singing xanthine etudes
...
Tuesday 8th January 2013 12:42 am
Life is a Cuppa
Life in a Cuppa
Up to a point
pliant leaves will seep
into all its waters
until the cup overflows
so much as to stain
the meticulously starched table linen.
Then we shall face with reckoning
its true substance!
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Wednesday 2nd January 2013 11:05 pm
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