As the new became a place
of passion and desire –
the feather on the finger tip –
the embers of the fire
The desert’s grass as lush and green
as kikuyu in the summer
as picturesque perfection grew –
white lilies from the mire
But ever and for always thus
subsumed by new surrounds
emerged from the bedraggled tread
beauty’s aspirations found
The ground of old dominions –
passing memories by
to make anew – a life that grew
without a reason why
Does it matter that life changes
when better comes to be
and we enjoy life’s newfound ‘toy’
and relish what we see
For what one sees is blind to some
yet they know how to cherish
the simple bud that blooms anew
one ought not need embellish.
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With my head in the sky and my wings in the air, I try to spend my spare time at the footy (AFL in Australia) Go Pies! – and valuable hours with family and friends. Otherwise I’ll have pen in hand and notebook at the ready for those insightful snippets that dream up a poem.
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3 thoughts on “Anew”
Wonderful! 👏 can we be wordpress partners?
Thanks Lamittan. I’ll drop by your blog and have a read. Best!
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