I introduce into our conversation
the subject of my death.
He decides to stop studying
and train as a nurse.
He asks where he can acquire
my poetry book.
His torch goes out; he gets lost
in the middle of a forest.
Walking through the bush
he blisters his toe.
Here at home I stub my toe and
burn my arm, which blisters.
Love oh love oh careless love …
all love is in this one.
My soul is crying and crying
the pain of my joy.
Oh darling, my darling
time doesn't stand still.
I sing on the wind and arrange
to meet you later.
I want that you should live
a fine life and strong.
© Rosemary Nissen-Wade 2007
29/1 – 13/11/07
No comments:
Post a Comment
Comments are moderated and will be visible after being approved by the blog owner. If you can only comment anonymously, please include your name in the comment, just so I know who's talking to me.