This love of you and I
No earthly bounds will hold,
If I had godly power
Your countenance I'd mould
In a thousand leaves,
In the sun of dawn and noon,
In the face of my first born son.
We are each others tributary:
Entwined
And J, this bond between us
Light of my earthly years
Will never rupture, and will remain
If only in the patterns of the earth.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
4 comments:
New rule: once a month we are allowed to break the haiku format - how does that sound Al? Is that cool?
I wrote this on a park bench and in a toilet at work. The park has been demolished to make way for an arts 'space'.
Nowadays I tend not to compose poetry in toilets. More's the pity!
Fiine.
As a lady is fine, not as fine meaning 'ok'.
Do you think toilets are a good place for inspiration?
'Toilets' is an anagram of 'Stole it', but I didn't.
May as well stare at a toe slit for inspiration.
Then you could write some verse about webbing or sock fluff.
Post a Comment