middle of the night poem
May 1st, 2009 by Norman
middle of the night poem
I don’t know how much longer is left
we’ll probably go together
remnants slipping into oblivion
walking down the meadow path
I stumbled on oh I forget
is a lea a meadow?
down by the pond
there are flowers left in remembrance
an honouring
they’ve been there a week
they’re tattering
and these words
they have no impact
they have no interest
they are vapid remnants
fading fast
gone like summer snow
click on the pigeon to home
please write to me at normanallandr@yahoo.ca
