Great poem spikepipsqueak !
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
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Great poem spikepipsqueak !
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
Thank you both.
For some reason I woke at 4 this morning, thinking about this thread and that this is a better fit for the thread.
Teddy Tour Tag
They are not your toys anymore.
Replenishing the blood that fed your
Vampire lust, they grow past the ropes
And ties you used to bind, and hope
Can learn to flourish, though they
Never can forget the offhand way
You used them. You, who batten
On the innocent. Create a flattened
Affect in a child whose potential
Was for joy. Their lives, their essential
Being, diverted to feed your cold, dark thirst.
In all the sick, sad world, your type is worst.
(Blush) I was angry. But this is probably my favourite.
Interesting poem, SQ, but angry indeed.
And now what?
The snow this morning falls
it is wet and young
and will wash away. I can smell
the grass below
my shoes ease down into the mud.
The few women from my life
are still sleeping
somewhere in Minnesota or Ohio
I walk across the pasture with only
a few young colts for company.
Timid and big boned
they are like girls I remember
from school, who never
said much, and kept their heads
looking down, and their arms crossed
against their growing bosom
They are nearly forty now.
Like me, they must sometimes look out
windows on early mornings
onto silent backyards, with rusting barbeques
and the fences of houses in neat rows
I imagine they go back to bed
and think of whoever used
to make them happy
and wonder where
they have been taken.
I don't know why I'm wandering
out here this morning
I don't care about the girls
Whether they've made
sense of their lives.
They can have it.
I only want to walk
a little longer further away
from the house
and feel the cold,
raise my face to
the falling snow.
I will resolve nothing today.
Love it, Tony. Will I ever graduate from verses to real poems?
Great poems :)
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
Expression is what gets me. When the form appears, the expression wanes, sometimes, unless one is really good.Quote:
Originally Posted by Danik 2016