Menolyrical; words for words' sake.

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?

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...)

8 comments:

Bouncing Bertie said...

Another lovely poem. Are there more recent ones too?
Cheers, Gail.

Frankie Furter and Ernie said...

You are a POET... We didn't Know it.

That 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.

Merlesworld said...

It tells us of a sadness that is always just below the surface.
Merle...........

Charliedownunder said...

Crikey Aunty ..... you never cease to amaze, aye?? As Gail said ..... 'Are there more recent ones'?

Jennifer A. Jilks said...

You are wonderful with words, my dear!

Janice Adcock said...

Hari Om
Hope things turn around with the problems. Beautiful poem. I forget to visit this blog. janice xx

Bouncing Bertie said...

I reiterate my earlier comment. Beautifully expressed.
Take care,
Gail.

Mark Muller said...

I would stay in this garden... till the sorrows around the gate are gone... it's great poem!!!