2010 II

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2010 II

2010  II

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Cruellest Month

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 Has there ever been so fine a morning

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After a winter when snow lingered

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Like a curse deep into April daze

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Perverse duality of grief and bliss?

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Just as the frail and elderly expire

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Giving up the ghost to gaudy daffodils

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The bodies taken, the flowers come in

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With some of us a blink away from madness. 

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We who are too intimate with transience

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Too conscious, dreaming our recurrent dreams

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Knowing that only the words can save us.Seek solace and balance from deep within.

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From somewhere a blackbird begins to singJust as the first storm clouds are gathering.In a world of endings and beginnings;

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Capturing the moment, heralding spring.

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     --  The poet reports:  - I am a UK based poet who has had work published in magazines worldwide.

 

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My lover gave me a box of sweets

Long years ago, before he sailed

off to the wars, soldier of the Queen

He kissed me then, and promised to return

then sailed away in the iron ship

I remember the box, I can see his smile

I was young then, I have no more


      tears



Jerome Brooke

 

I gave a box of candy to a girl, decades ago - her aunt saw the box - I once had a box like that - she had been given a box of candy by her lover - he fell at the Normany landing - she lived alone for many years - there were no more gifts of love.

Jerome Brooke

Jerome Brooke was born in Indiana.  He has written Mirage : Dance of the Sun and many other books - available from Amazon Books and online.

http://islespoetrylibrary.4mg.com

 

 

 

 

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