...a ramble


Just musing

Over all the blue sky bends,
Of all things bright and beautiful - beware!
And if you speak with certainty, of friends:
Impose on them - you'll not have many spare!
The fashioning of trust a lifetime spends
On marriage, or some make-do-day affair:
But if some happy moments come to laze -
You'll know that those - they are the good old days.

Oh fortune, fortune, you fatal flake
Forever in a flurry, you've yet
To melt a miracle for my sake -
Much to my considerable regret,
Despite the best endeavours by mistake!
It seems to me I'm not your favourite pet:
So if I could one sparkling May or June -
I'd turn into a sunny afternoon...



Poetry by John-Charles Cooke
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Written on 2012-05-03 at 01:12

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Quite a pensive number, my friend.
Reading this aloud (but not loud, so as to upset the good neighbours at this late hour), I found a wistful tone with not a little sighing that may have arisen from your exclamation marks and repetition of 'fortune', and not least from my own mood naturally. Here is a poem of much experience, with an interesting rhyme scheme and pleasing alliteration.
I ramble myself at times.
Applause!
2012-05-03