22 September 2013


Leaving (rev)
Spent this day a-dithering
caught between extremes
of joyfulness and misery
 – it isn’t easy leaving  
Where I’m going isn’t new
nor echoes blandishments
which are not true although
in need I am despaired  
The empty space in places
here where laughter grew –
there is no greater flattery
obeyed I do believe –  
are soundless yet but filled
with cogent memories; then
there is my love for you
which ever comforts me  
My joy is thus sublimed and
time that passes finds the
territory to bear a change
it wreaks unhappily  
My misery is leaving where
we came before the rule I
knew would fail me all too
easily – but in a sense –  
has made a man of me...
© 21 September 2013, I. D. Carswell