Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Friday, 20 April 2012
Severity
Wouldn’t be so bad if we hated
If we hated
More than we hated parting
Wouldn’t be so bad if we cared less
If we cared less
More than we cared for
Wouldn’t be so bad if we slated
If we slated
More than as our love stated
Wouldn’t be so bad if we created
If we created
More than creating angst
Wouldn’t be so bad, probably
Yet possibly
It probably would
a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here