[lit-ideas] Re: Bad Poetry Competition 2011
- From: Donal McEvoy <donalmcevoyuk@xxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Fri, 17 Jun 2011 02:12:50 +0100 (BST)
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The children did not know
How long
They would lie in graves
Or even how time
Would accelerate
All through life until their death
They could not wait
For the future
That when it came
Would make them look back
And feel that everything was back to front
And imagine how the past might look
If they could suture what it had become
No ‘If’ about it
The past cannot be changed perhaps
What can be changed is what the past becomes
Which changes how the past exists
As sure as any place or track
Has distance from its nearest sun
Sure as darkness falls in shape
Streamed back by every lighted space
If changing more were not a shadow’s dream
Then everything would be
Turned front to back
And children would know
How long
They would lie in graves
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Chirp along
Sing a song
I feed the birds
I can hear their song
their feet rest
in the needles
of the grass
I wish I could
fly under their
wings
I wish I could
sing a song
chirp along
feel strong
simple and sweet
tweet
fly in the sky
nest in
the trees
that's where'd I'd be.
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