Archive for April, 2009

Widow

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on April 2, 2009 by dc

They believe me when I say,
I feel as fresh as the buds on a spring tree,

A single bird seen
Through the shard of a window,
A single branch bending
To balance its weight.

They believe me when I say,
The past is a blessing and the future sits smiling,

A single chimney seen
Through a half opened blind,
A single wave of smoke
Drifting weakly and cheerless.

They believe me when I say,
I’ve nothing but joy on my mind,

They are fools
But they keep me alive.

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