PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Is it another week already?

Wasn't that the weekend just,

When we decided to constance and steady,

Refuse the pace that makes time lust?

And insisted the grappling eddie,

That turns hours to a blink for what must,

In pursuit of earnings to soothe the belly,

Quickly returns the life to light grey dust.



But lo' we daren't unhook the phone,

Nor miss a message no matter how much gloss,

Does dazzle the vision with impertinent tone,

And of course our peace was soon found lost.

In a quake and quiver in nerve and bone,

As clang and ring did chill like frost

Cordially the dinner served the crone,

And about the table the hopes were tossed.



That perhaps we'd find a place conducive,

To air and light, water, warmth and space,

Where amongst our fellows we were inclusive,

Not bedevilled to frantically compete the race.

And instead of travelling alone and exclusive,

Be working hard to return a country face.

But "No! No!" insisted the crone obtusive,

"Romantic nonsense you speak at any rate."



No wish I alone perhaps to find one day,

Somehere light and warm, and airy with time,

That shall at first lift my heart to say,

Oh thank-you Lord for this gift sublime.

For tankered it be if it arrives per se,

If on my own I am left to find,

An Eden without my love, her grace,

Then the water won't quench but burn like ice.



©R.H.Elliott 2003