Is there anything grows
out the back now
that isn’t green to cover over
the old fun and games?
our cranked up signals winding down
unschooled friendship schooled
and the spluttering heart wiped clean
A scrubbed mouth has eaten
the near to teatime Sun.
We weren’t babies
but we were in the lovely muck
and tasting everything.
How our dirty, brazen chatter is forgot!
I need, I want,
I dribble still,
but these days it’s all framed up
and the well wrought
bramble scribble
is now the bad line in forgetting.
We won't be working
the garden to before.
There is nothing relieves a sadness so well as honesty particularly when armed by articulation, the only tool sharp enough to cut through the framed up days. To need and to want, basics -- at worst the indicators of life continuing. Some days it feels nothing more can be asked (forget expected).
ReplyDeleteI'm glad there's some solace here, TC. In turning your attention to the need and the want, you turned my thoughts to the Blake engraving: http://bit.ly/aX2MLj
ReplyDeleteAnd we could do know better for an assertion of the truly vital than the clip you drew our attention to: http://bit.ly/Geovz
ReplyDeleteWell, she's not reaching for the moon. Just a bit of understanding. We have at least that much in common with her.
ReplyDeleteThat's true.
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