For Coo
The lover mincing comely words,
A fine and fresh bouquet of flowers
Offered. I, swept off my feet,
Lay dazed upon the dew-wet grass,
But soon the sun grew fierce and
Vicious. Spring was over. Summer
Came. The bouquet wilted, and the
Dew dried up. The ground beneath
The lawn grew hard as stone. I
Chose to stand, and go inside to
Autumn cold. I cursed the sun,
The latest lover to approach, so meek
At first, its mouth a font of lovely
Phrases, afterward a snarling
Beast. I'll hide from it until it's gone,
And seek the moon, who I will ask,
“Are you so cold as you appear,
Or are you springtime sweet?”
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2016-06-11 at 01:13
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A Bit of Nonsense
The sun arrived here, springtime sweet,The lover mincing comely words,
A fine and fresh bouquet of flowers
Offered. I, swept off my feet,
Lay dazed upon the dew-wet grass,
But soon the sun grew fierce and
Vicious. Spring was over. Summer
Came. The bouquet wilted, and the
Dew dried up. The ground beneath
The lawn grew hard as stone. I
Chose to stand, and go inside to
Autumn cold. I cursed the sun,
The latest lover to approach, so meek
At first, its mouth a font of lovely
Phrases, afterward a snarling
Beast. I'll hide from it until it's gone,
And seek the moon, who I will ask,
“Are you so cold as you appear,
Or are you springtime sweet?”
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 74 times
Written on 2016-06-11 at 01:13
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