Applause
you and me
Don't you know
it's just a rage
a tempest brewed
from grape not sage-
in all the world
there's not a stage
not tread by feet already.
And so I bow
and bid me out
you cared for nought
nor gave a shout
as all that is
will come about
with out you being ready.
re-edit 1981
words and foto T Carroll...
Noetic-fret!
Sun 4th Nov 2012 06:59
Hi Tommy, I like this one, or rather, it intrigues me. Not sure why, but it might be the second stanza whereby you say....as all that is will come about with out you being ready!
I am wondering what it is you refer to here. Looking at the poem as whole I get the drift of it, but still it leaves me feeling that perhaps there is a missing stanza. Maybe you intended this, maybe not. It is quite clever in its shortness and brevity, and leaves you wanting more.
Best wishes,
Mike