well
i fucking am

a wind
is brewing
somewhere that’ll blow
this leaf

to fall
         to putrify
in mulch

or burn
amongst
the other sweepings
in the flame
of all unknowings

meanwhile
a robin
grubs in snow

a pint
a fag
her smile
some stilton cheese
with apple pie

sparkles Milner. Crisp and clean as winter air.

Poignant. The last S is perfect, smoldering like the pile of leaves.

The first/second line punch is great.  Unexpected and "real."

Splendid ending, Milner, and the rhyme from several stanzas previous, intact - a sign of miraculous metrics. Tom

right on, Milner.

tiko

Thanks Lavonne, Rob, Tom, Tiko. Hope Yeats isn't turning in his grave. It's about the time of night for me to be 'full of sleep'. So

cheers

milner

You take "full of sleep" to a whole new level .....lol

That is one of my all time favorite of the oldies (the poem I mean - hehe)

xo M

Very well done.

Tis a great poem, Michelle, (not mine - the Irish bard's). Thanks

and to you, Quentin, for such appreciation.

milner

this is good
I'm not one hundred percent sure I know the intent
and I like it that way.

 

Thanks, SL. One problem with using 'I' is that it might look like a typo, rather than being deliberate - bold instead?

I rarely write with 'intent', Scott, though that may enter when the first writing of a poem is done, or during the process. But then whatever comes over might better be described as a 'slant' (or 'slants') rather than 'intent'. There are and will be exceptions, especially when a sense of ire has been stimulated and is the driving force. Glad you like it.

Cheers

milner

Lavonne, I seek your forgiveness for my neglect in not yet expressing my lasting gratitude for the honour you have granted to this humble offering by your gracious selection.

(Just been watching a period drama)

And so to bed.

milner

dear Milner it is the subtlety of the  esthetics that is a challenge.
for my eye the bold lower case i works if the title is also bold face.
you did not offer the title with each beginning letter upper case
so i make a layout for you to ponder here in that format.
cheers
silent lotus
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when you are old and grey…


well
i fucking am

a wind
is brewing
somewhere that’ll blow
this leaf

to fall
         to putrify
in mulch

or burn
amongst
the other sweepings
in the flame
of all unknowings

meanwhile
a robin
grubs in snow

a pint
a fag
her smile
some stilton cheese
with apple pie



Milner Place



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Thanks, SL. My problem is that I don't stress that 'i' when reading it, and therefore bold or capital might be confusing. I'll muse, and ponder, then muse again ... tra la la ... sweet lovers love the spring

milner