Friday 5 June 2009

Afterwards

Out come words - tiny spurts - with a spirit, tumbling,

sliding into the tall Spring air; rippling the Rubicon

of normal people, clumsy keys

hammering at a door that’s locked

- will we ever hear and feel a passion deep inside?

 

Shall we play? Shall we cry? Shall we arise and sing aloud

words that line-dance into laughter:

clear your throat and jump the escalator.

 

Andrew’s words are happy ever after:

ever after the dancing laughter after.


 

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7 comments:

  1. Miriam Dunn11 September 2009 at 13:00

    So lovely. And what a beautiful Muse is Andrew!

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  2. Unknown16 June 2010 at 05:37

    I love this one,too. The 'spirit, tumbling' captures it so well.

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  3. Balqis DBJ23 April 2011 at 02:04

    A very nicely-written poem. :)

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  4. Unknown21 June 2011 at 03:03

    Such beautiful, heartwarming verses. I loved this.

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  5. Meerkuts25 October 2011 at 12:34

    Sublime. Especially love the last stanza

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  6. Joy Lenton4 November 2012 at 08:49

    This is lovely. So full of emotion and deep feeling. I love the way the words fall "with a spirit, tumbling". The need for expression is beautifully captured in "will we ever learn and feel a passion deep inside". Well, you have expressed it, John, and we, the readers, are learning how that feels.

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  7. christine nichols5 April 2013 at 22:26

    I really liked this, thank you for sharing.

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