September rain


This rose for all the world for you
These tears for all the dead,
Those empty words of morningtide,
This ever-present dread.

Those cloying smells of perfume
On the dresses of the rich,
This workman stumbling homeward
His body in a ditch.

September’s moon still shining
On this old planet’s doom,
Her wind and tide conspiring;
A chill invades the room.

◄ Tumble in the wind

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John Marks

Mon 8th May 2023 22:37

Thank you Leon. RBK Pete and Hugh & also thank you Keith. Also thank you to Roy Harper who has provided, to me, the true passion of the lyric. Thank you so much Roy.


Mon 8th May 2023 18:37

What ain't there not to absolutely love about this delicious slice of poetry?


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