I come with tracts of words
in verses, gobbets, screeds
and locked diaries.
I come over the skyline,
saddlebags bulky with books
and transcribed dreams.
I come from tomorrow
with hopes, beliefs and
all your yesterdays.
I come with your own names
in papers, pamphlets,sheets
and death certificates.
I come with no vain hope
of welcome, greeting, joy
at my lone arrival.
But still I come.
Comments
Highhat | October 14, 2011 - 19:57
a good take on last weeks IP-
Ewan | October 15, 2011 - 06:53
A reasonable take on the current IP at the time of posting might be fair comment. I take the view that an IP is current until a new one is posted by TC or the other editors. I believe that was around midday on Friday. You disagree?
Ewan | October 15, 2011 - 06:58
IP at 13.40, I checked.
Highhat | October 15, 2011 - 07:17
Sorry I wasn't more precise- no offence intended.
;)Pia