my little untitled: poem
Apr 28th, 2009 by Norman
my little untitled
my little ephemera
built for one summer
a love stuck in could be
then faded and gone
hope choked in the flux of creation
with its limitations
and all its dismay
and my sad pony’s limping
now back in the dawn
dusk for my pet
my poor pony
and all my proud dreams
reduced to baloney
ephemera’s yesterday
hope is tomorrow
with promise of happiness
and promise of sorrow
and my sad pony’s limping now
back in the dawn
click on the pigeon to home
please write to me at normanallandr@yahoo.ca
