Origami Phase

I worked all through the Winter,

on my Swan, then it got dashed in water,

a cruel joke from some playmate or other,

sadly it didn't float, but neither even would 

my flimsy boat (one would imagine).

Trouble was the books were too old,

too fusty, specialised;

I grabbed them from the library eager

only to arrive back home and within five minutes

had lost patience...

content instead to watch

the rain, then with a turn in mood stroll down to the park,

then watch the cygnets, on the pond, learn first

and ask questions later, preening themselves

on the further bank, in the fog

of a youthful summer.
 

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raypool

Sat 25th Aug 2018 22:11

A real curio of a piece and compelling David. An inside out poem for me with some intriguing surprises. I sense something desolate about it - like a black and white film you might have once seen.

Ray

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elPintor

Sat 25th Aug 2018 02:19

"learn first

and ask questions later"

..that did it for me.

It must be a personal revelation to you. If not, it could still be to someone else--that is the depth of its beauty.

Rachel

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