If I give you my ear,
It’s just the inbetween,
And a cup of tea on the end,
To soothe your tongue
And isn’t it queer,
How these little trifles,
Sit neatly between my heart and the earth,
Nestled in tight like a hole and a bung
And have no fear,
With a bit if jiggling we find a hearth,
To keep us warm at night,
And kiss tenderly while sweet songs are sung
And also a tear,
Between the tea and the ear,
For all our sweet sorrows,
That this earthly heart would bring undone.
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January 5, 2012 at 10:47 pm |
And…?
Just feel that there’s more you want to say but didn’t:)
it’s been a near perfect day for me out here, Daniel and reading your poem just added to that.Thank you!
Love
sheela
January 8, 2012 at 3:27 pm |
This is beautiful. Like a breath of fresh air.