life and living

nature

concrete poetry

 

 

I HANG ON

I hang on to something familiar
in a place where everything changes.
Even the bluebells last only a moment.
In the spring garden rain is falling.

In a place where everything changes,
except the days which now seem similar,
in the spring garden rain is falling.
In my thoughts all is in movement,

except the days which now seem similar.
My visitor makes tea and rearranges.
In my thoughts all is in movement.
I press the buzzer. They are stalling.

My visitor makes tea and rearranges.
I sit in my chair, feeling grimmer.
I press the buzzer. They are stalling.
Through the window the sky is in ferment.

I sit in my chair, feeling grimmer.
I have no friends here. They are strangers.
Through the window the sky is in ferment.
I will walk on my frame in the morning.

I have no friends here. They are strangers.
Even the bluebells last only a moment.
I will walk on my frame in the morning.
I hang on to something familiar.

Lynette M. Arden

 

 

 

life and living

nature

concrete poetry


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Lynette M. Arden 2002 - 2003