#gloamingtwilight
...just sitting out there on the back stoop.
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What gives? While twilight haunts the fragile sense
The minutes linger, and soft blue heavns pale
Lo, e'er so subtly, traffic on its way t'avail
This start of ya, the weekend, whither hence?
Hark! as the robins (distant) scold fr'intents,
And sparrows' eager cries half calm to scale,
Where now suspense half rises in a frail
Excuse upon its elbow, ask me whence.
Erst wont to sit at gathring twilight fer
These little calls and noises trickling through
The madder haste to be elsewhere in tour,
To listen once again is sweet. I knew
All this when Mum was back indoors, when her
Face welcomed my return. What's changed? What's new?
22Mar19d
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 9:54 PM UTC
We had a jolly good time at the Elgin Literary Festival's 2018 publick poetry reading. sigh we did.
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Ah, gloaming roosts in greyer hours' suspense,
Where naked trees down in the valley hail
Is't colder silence no voice would avail?
And lo, I cherish, as erst wont, the sense
Culled by that fragile eye which yields from hence
To night's sheer blackness, as upon thet scale
Lights 'gin to twinkle from both houses' tale
To streets cars drive in haste through for intents.
The furnace clicks on, growling whiles I stir
Our refried beans, rice cooked, snack on chips too,
As, table set, how dinner warms anew.
What is't to hang out with my fellows fer
Sweet hours? The lecture fine, class dry in poor
'Scuse, what I loved was them and theirs: what's new?
28Jan18b
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 10:03 PM UTC