A Poem For Spring
May. 2nd, 2003 09:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
autographedcatdriving into work today,
the brilliant blues and greens of
spring in the south
made me think about poetry
and how lucky we are
that so few words
can touch us so deeply
how lucky we are
that so much can be said
in a few short lines of
imagery and allusion
but most importantly
how lucky we are
when the sands of time have shifted
that the poetry we wrote as teenagers
in a spiral bound notebook when we should have been studying
quadratic equations
has long since gone missing
and is unlikely to be found again
the brilliant blues and greens of
spring in the south
made me think about poetry
and how lucky we are
that so few words
can touch us so deeply
how lucky we are
that so much can be said
in a few short lines of
imagery and allusion
but most importantly
how lucky we are
when the sands of time have shifted
that the poetry we wrote as teenagers
in a spiral bound notebook when we should have been studying
quadratic equations
has long since gone missing
and is unlikely to be found again
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Date: 2003-05-02 07:19 pm (UTC)(When I Was A Boy? Sorry, Terence). This was back in the late '50s. His name
was Shaun, and I had written some silly alliterative stuff on it, all adjectives
beginning with the letter s. Uh, hang on a second. [afk]
Oh migarsh. I still have it. Well, the right half of it. :( And there on the back, with
circles and arrows and... Uh, no, not quite. But some of what I wrote follows -
...sleek, slender, sleepy, ... , silly, sassy, strong Shaun by the shining sands on
the seashore.
Sheesh! Anybody got a light? :)
Ann Onynous