01 June 2011

Stained In A Handkerchief


No escaping assiduously argued
tedium through six decades; but
in a sense all rubrics of new views
reduced to shades of ungracious
and trivial intolerance; where we
sprang fresh and indulgent from
youthful springtide this rot aged
before sagacity had even arrived

Still today’s tears well free and fall
easily – nothing’s changed to be as
dramatic, but they’re the last allies;
if we’ve a chance it will be in league
with eyes crying compassionately &
a past stained in a handkerchief
© 29 March 2011, I. D. Carswell