Sometimes a blank grey sky;
sometimes a couldn't care less;
sometimes a let it all leak by;
sometimes a nothing to redress.
Sometimes a sparrow song again,
simple annoying repetition,
after a decade of missing them,
their common base of toleration.
You could say, a 'Constable' sky;
or Turner would make something of it;
you could say now is not the time to cry,
tomorrow we will get on top of it.
You could say, 'Oh that magic feeling'
could say what you bloody will.
Tonight I'm letting time go stealing;
tonight the pig will have his swill.
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Under The Wings
Poetry.Under the Wings of the Egyptian and world-wide respected Goddess, Isis. Poems of Nature, Inner Resonance and Mythology.
