Nov 2018
The flowers you bought me
are so pretty. They are
so pretty,
little gloves of colour.
The window is open -
perhaps rain
on the way. And the reds
and whites against grey,
a light breeze
that runs into the room.
I try but don't recall
all the names,
but they smell so lovely
and you will remember
I am sure.
are so pretty. They are
so pretty,
little gloves of colour.
The window is open -
perhaps rain
on the way. And the reds
and whites against grey,
a light breeze
that runs into the room.
I try but don't recall
all the names,
but they smell so lovely
and you will remember
I am sure.
Written: November 2018.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time for university in a deliberately simple style, as this is a pastiche of sorts of the style/subject matter of some of William Carlos Williams's work. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page. I am open to collaborations, though university work can take up quite a lot of time.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time for university in a deliberately simple style, as this is a pastiche of sorts of the style/subject matter of some of William Carlos Williams's work. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page. I am open to collaborations, though university work can take up quite a lot of time.
