13 November 2010
Lament
Caught between
yesterday’s convention
and tomorrow’s probability means
no room for lament
Those strong anchors lost
to a neap tide create disputations
and restlessness – there
is no easy redemption
Even knowing the right words
provides no extra oxygen
– although I don’t aspire
to more than I need
Mind you, I’m not shouting
resentment on street corners
of your good nature – should I
abide by your rules?
If a figment of my imagination
why take it seriously? There’s no
need to regret what is gone
to justify being alone
© 21 May 2010, I. D. Carswell
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