soft closure

I don’t think

I want to cry tonight

my heart has no need of tears tonight

 

if I wanted to cry

I might read your words

that flow as easily as a lakeland beck

that dizzy me with the craft of their turning

so easy, yet so very hard

hard as the limestone

where Neil still sleeps

 

if I wanted to cry

I might pick up my guitar

& softly murmur

Danny Boy

so sugary yet so true

to pierce my heart like a knife

words ghostly as a foundling’s smile

 

but tonight my heart is still

content

and has no need of tears to wash the day away

 

maybe I’ll visit your words tomorrow.

◄ sedimentary, my dear Watson

our lot ►

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Ann Foxglove

Sat 23rd Apr 2011 20:21

I find this very moving. And I like it too. Can identify somehow. And a lovely title.

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