Perhaps last night, it was of you I dreamed
caught in that never-ending stream
the swift uplifting rush
beautiful creature that you are
no-one could have framed your
fearful symmetry better
than his words paint
I would weep for such
perfection used for rugs or,
to hang lifeless upon a trophy wall
certain, it was not what
the immortal’s hand had planned
for you at all.
mindful of this
new day we’re in
I close my own coat to deny
the chill winds which claimed
poor Annabel Lee.
why the night has a thousand eyes
whilst the heart has only one
with which to see.
Ah but life,
how do I love thee? now that I
understand what it means
I love you so much more.
Walking on the autumn leaves
in this, the autumn of my life
grey skies insist upon intruding
with their sighs bought through the
coldest winds as yet
but the dog and I ignore
those icy calls to shiver
preferring instead to quicken
joyful, joyful, joyful
for we have the chance to be
out and about
and share this precious bond
for another day.
*Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved
Yesterday we had a prompt at Poetry Jam to write about anything about the circus. I guess it spilled over into my dreams. I love the incredible perfection of tigers and hate to see them (or any other animals) ill-used. Have never read too many old poets or poetry, just snippets of it here and there over the years but, always loved the Tiger Tiger poem by William Blake.
*The words in italics the order which they appear are from these poem and/or, poets:
1. Do not stand at my grave and weep Mary Elizabeth Frye
2. Tyger Tyger William Blake
3. Annabel Lee Edgar Allen Poe
4. The night has a thousand eyes Francis William Bourdillon
5. How do I love thee? Elizabeth Barrett Browning
6. The Autumn Elizabeth Barrett Browning
7. A dog has died Pablo Nerdua (hopefully not mine for a good few years yet)
Shared with dVerse Poets Meeting the Bar: Literary Allusion