my first poem: circa 1960
May 24th, 2009 by Norman
Wistfully wasteful
what were the things
I tried not to say
what were the thoughts
that died every day
words like maybe and perhaps
and what does that mean
were painted impasto
to cover the scene
define your terms
mind your terms
put ‘em out of your head
hide and seek
ride and peek
and put truth to bed
I was wistful and wasteful
and spermed life away
I was wistful and wasteful
to keep life at bay
I sat never moving
or if not ran wild
I was frightened and lonely
I was momma’s bad child
ah but wasteful is wasteful
as the wasteful full know
and wistful is wasteful
from whence all this flows
so I’ll just leave the cradle
at the top of the tree
and I’ll grow up
and speak up
and hold you to me
click on the pigeon to home
please write to me at normanallandr@yahoo.ca
