POETRY JAM
asks us to use a verb
PREVARICATE!
(An Acrostic)
Perhaps I'll do it, perhaps I will.
Really, I ought to pay that bill.
Eventually I may stir myself,
Vacuum the floor or dust the shelf,
Arrange my affairs or make the bed,
Rearrange the garden shed,
Iron the shirts or wash the dog,
Cook a pie or write my blog.
At the moment I'm feeling frail;
Telling-me-off is to no avail.
Everything is too much for me.
I'll do it tomorrow, you wait and see!
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In memory of Gerald Gee
FITFUL SUN
A day of storm, of lowering clouds,
Of scudding winds and passing showers.
And yet the sun can pierce the gloom,
Such are its powers.
The hills reveal themselves, then hide.
The colours change from dun to brass.
Strange shapes appear and then re-form
Along the grass.
And, suddenly, a trumpet sounds;
A brilliance spreads itself around.
The sun has found its voice once more
And what a sound!
The yellow, gold, canary tones
Are dazzling to the grey-filled eye!
We greet the fitful sun once more.........
Then say goodbye.
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