Thursday, December 23, 2010

The Smoothing



WE WRITE POEMS

'Take the last line of one of your own poems and make it the first line of a new one.'
The words in blue are the last lines of an old poem called 'Letters'.
http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/letters.html

THE SMOOTHING

Faded ink and faded paper;
Faded words and faded dreams.
Names and faces half-forgotten;
Residues of shattered schemes.
Once it seemed recall would hurt me;
Bitterness would rule the day.
Once it seemed I'd hurt for ever,
Wishing memories away.
Did he deal with me unfairly?
Did I hate him for a while?
Now old age has smoothed the creases;
I can think of him and smile.
*
--------------------------------------------------------------


PERFECT PALETTE


The trees stand up like brushes
Against the morning sky.
We can almost hear them thinking
Which colour shall I try?'
The palette is so varied,
It must make them all rejoice.
Count the colours if you can.
You'll see they're spoilt for choice.
*

4 comments:

Madeleine said...

As always your words are a glorious pallette/ palate for all the senses.:O)

madamebutterfly said...

The first one made me smile! Its true time heals - but thats the last thing you want to hear at the time!!

vivinfrance said...

I enjoyed both of these very much, and empathised with the first - been there, done that ...

sharplittlepencil said...

Loved both of these. The creases, smoothing, and smiles were especially charming!

Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/01/13/one-for-we-write-poems/

PS the Captcha code was "recon," exactly what we're doing! Funny.