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Seasoned Promises

Posted by threeleafshamrock on March 30, 2010 - 10:25
from the ABC set shamrock's ramblings

Stumbling heavy lidded t'ward a papier-mache morn;
spring, unsprung and bleached to shades of grey.
The dogs approach the threshold, as if a precipice;
they share my reticence to meet the day.

Nature has no nature for the seasoned promises
that it kept faith with once, when I was young.
Now I doubt the rectitude of memories, long past,
when morning chorus' remain unsung.

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Comments

Silver Spun Sand | March 30, 2010 - 11:13

Very atmospheric this, Chris and I can only hope that spring, springs soon for you...and all of us, come to that.

Love this line, and can just see the expression on those dogs' faces:-

"The dogs approach the threshold, as if a precipice;.."

Nice one;-

Tina XXX

threeleafshamrock | March 30, 2010 - 11:20

Thanks Tina, I have a Labrador that I swear, can make facial expressions like a human. I always know what he is thinking; he is like an extra child in the house ;) The weather here is unbelievable; it's like the middle of winter :(

MistakenMagic | March 30, 2010 - 13:04

I agree with Tina - so atmospheric! You're so brilliant with rhythm, Chris - this one just flows so well, a very big well done ;)

Magic xxx

threeleafshamrock | March 30, 2010 - 13:21

Thanks Lovely Magic, haven't been on here much lately but hope to make up for it from now on... ;)

Chris XXXX

shoe | March 30, 2010 - 14:03

This reads so beautifully, the words are wonderfully crafted. I have a lab too, do they all pull those faces? :~}

threeleafshamrock | March 30, 2010 - 14:16

Thanks Shirley...and yes I think that all Labs do as they get older. He's the most intelligent dog that I have ever had and smarter than a lot of people that I have come across ;) XXX