Well...things really started going awry after the leap day. Not just with the news of the Maestro, but Voovoo the Vaio started limping. A fraught couple of days spent 'nursing' it back to functional health meant loss of valuable writing time...
Here's another re-post then. Normally I remove the old comments, but in this case left them, as it saves those who remember it from feeling obligation to comment again.
ACHE
Through the garden, flitting lightly,
fleet of foot, dark the shadow moved.
What secret holds the gate through which it passed,
what tale of soul unloved?
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Sadness in that heavy portal
and kinship for the darkly spright;
such desperation comes from its grain,
such pain held in the night.
In the early morning rays
the garden full of freshness glows;
but round the gate, sorrow remains,
a story no one knows.
(c) Yamin Ali MacLean
(One of 'me pooms' from the 1970s...)
Here's another re-post then. Normally I remove the old comments, but in this case left them, as it saves those who remember it from feeling obligation to comment again.
ACHE
Through the garden, flitting lightly,
fleet of foot, dark the shadow moved.
What secret holds the gate through which it passed,
what tale of soul unloved?
Sadness in that heavy portal
and kinship for the darkly spright;
such desperation comes from its grain,
such pain held in the night.
In the early morning rays
the garden full of freshness glows;
but round the gate, sorrow remains,
a story no one knows.
(c) Yamin Ali MacLean
(One of 'me pooms' from the 1970s...)
Another lovely poem. Are there more recent ones too?
ReplyDeleteCheers, Gail.
You are a POET... We didn't Know it.
ReplyDeleteThat is a rather dark one.. Spiritual.
We are off on our annual ThanksDeerMas Break... butt wanted to leave a little holiday cheer fur you today.
It tells us of a sadness that is always just below the surface.
ReplyDeleteMerle...........
Crikey Aunty ..... you never cease to amaze, aye?? As Gail said ..... 'Are there more recent ones'?
ReplyDeleteYou are wonderful with words, my dear!
ReplyDeleteHari Om
ReplyDeleteHope things turn around with the problems. Beautiful poem. I forget to visit this blog. janice xx
I reiterate my earlier comment. Beautifully expressed.
ReplyDeleteTake care,
Gail.
I would stay in this garden... till the sorrows around the gate are gone... it's great poem!!!
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