Life in Poetry reading, writing, reflecting

Life in Poetry reading, writing, reflecting
April showers bring May flowers

Monday, 24 February 2014

Broken Calendar

Through the window unclean,
rays so bright fall on my page,
fingers prints uncouth. Lines, 
spatters of rain or from sponged
down effort of last Spring.

Broken calendar, swept away.
Discard the storms and keep
the sun. Old records pile up
the music cannot be thrown out.

Memories and happy years
constructing my being, brick
by brick.



©susanbauryrouchard

4 comments:

  1. I Iove the mix of the external and internal here storms and old records one to be thrown out the others kept, and great ending, the word brick carries so many meanings.

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  2. thanks Marilyn, for reading and commenting, like your small stones, I should get there eventually ! see you on Campus.

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  3. Loved this poem; evokative imagery simply and succinctly captured.

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    1. thank you for sharing your thoughts. Are you also a writer ?

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