If we had evenings
in companionable silence;
if we had nights
of discarded lace;
if we had mornings
as others have mornings,
think
of the poetry erased.
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About Me
- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
12 comments:
Oh, yes!! I love it!!
We are ~ the poems we write. Huge grin!
Sometimes, poetry springs up to fill a void in life. So yes, with all such days and nights, life would have its hands full. Loved this! :)
Well this is very true. Well said, Mama Zen.
*sighhhhhhhhhhh* It's true.
Fantastic poem, MZ, though it makes me feel wistful.
it IS wistful and gorgeous.
(Nice rhyme--"lace" and "erased.")
Oh, gosh, yes! During the happiest periods of my life, I barely wrote anything... especially loved your evenings of discarded lace...
Poets aren't much good at being happy. Ask Poe. Perfect truth here.
perfect ~
Hear, hear!
Poppy
This goes right to the core. Thank you.
One of the best poems I've ever read.
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