ECG - an old poem set to some of my daughter's recent pictures
How did you come to coat my heart with frost
When once it glowed for you with inner heat?
Indeed it seems the warmth has all been lost:
My pulse just footsteps down an empty street.
The seasons traced our romance all too well,
From vernal rush to summer’s sated sloth,
Then on to autumn’s soft unwelcome knell,
Which let rust’s colours mar our fading troth
‘Til winter struck and left our branches bare,
No leaves left in this grieving lover’s tome,
So water turns to ice without a care,
And dresses life in sullen monochrome.
While I take refuge in a wordsmith’s art
In hope this verse might melt your heart.
When once it glowed for you with inner heat?
Indeed it seems the warmth has all been lost:
My pulse just footsteps down an empty street.
The seasons traced our romance all too well,
From vernal rush to summer’s sated sloth,
Then on to autumn’s soft unwelcome knell,
Which let rust’s colours mar our fading troth
‘Til winter struck and left our branches bare,
No leaves left in this grieving lover’s tome,
So water turns to ice without a care,
And dresses life in sullen monochrome.
While I take refuge in a wordsmith’s art
In hope this verse might melt your heart.
posted by floots at 5:30 PM
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