The hope of spring,
don't run past
its perplexities
drift towards its absorbed reflections,
lift up our hands
we still have time,
some have departed
some have just arrived,
cupid's funny looking glance
it's sowing done
for another year,
all these years,
I have wondered
I have whispered back
i'm waiting now
for someone to knock back,
I had a dream last night
I was not afraid
it is time now to sing.
contemplation like a door
that never slams shut.
perfect.
ReplyDeleteis this one of yours td??
laters.xx
yeah latest 2 are mine, was not sure about them, when post has not got an author next to it there usually mine and when posted they kind of become everybodies if you know what I mean
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laters.xx
cool... i sorta guessed the unaccredited poems may be your own... but didn't wanna seem like a sickophant(?) is it ok to post a few elsewhere?
ReplyDeletei used to be canny obsessed with the whole cut up thing... still am i guess, it's interesting how it's been embraced by music/film more than literature.
laters.xx
Yeah I guess so, basically found in my head then rearranged, laters.xx I suppose you could credit me a tiny weeny bit,if you don't mind!
ReplyDeletehope I don't sound to vain, after all I did say there kind of everybodies, laters xx
ReplyDeleteno worries mate,i always credit and put a link for people to explore.don't see it as being vain at all mate.laters.xx
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