Summer’s been calling me outside
to walk her paths, smell her flowers
hear her birds, love her sea, explore
the whole world that’s her garden
prose invited me to visit her big country
where I can drive for miles
explore the hinterland, get myself lost
hang out in city bars, chatter to strangers
but today I hear poetry’s small voice
saying Don’t forget me ...
today I’m visiting that house in my head -
those corners and cupboards need
cleaning, a light held up to the cobwebs.
25th August 2010
1 comment:
I really love this peom Vickie.I realy feel it.
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