from BARDO

The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way our umbilicus.

Is it a consolation that the stuff of which we’re made

is star-stuff too?

– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –

dispersal only: carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen.

Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.

Roselle Angwin

Tuesday 31 October 2017

Proper Poetry #2

Tuesday's Proper Poem no. 2, for your delectation.

So Farewell, Then, Sweet Hopes

The wind in the trees sighs your name,
Our relationship isn't the same,
The romance is all gone,
Leaving me pale and wan,
I don't think I'm cut out for this game. 

E.J Thripps (aged 571/2)

Your contributions are needed! Dr Rosamund Wordsmith (BSE, BtB, CJD) is still resting after her poem from last week. Good job somebody stepped up.

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