In this silent house
a chorus rages within
commanding my attention.
In this silent house
a chorus rages within
commanding my attention.
Version 1
Daffodils care not
For the mad machinations
Of tyrants or mortal men
~
Version 2
Daffodils care naught
Of the mad machinations
Of tyrants or mortal men.
Two subtle wording differences produce two wholly different feelings.
Not trusting old men,
Just imagine my surprise
On waking today.
Like the well worn seat
in my old, hard driven, car,
molded, thus, by many miles
this nostalgic ache
dwelling here, where grief once lived
is my new life’s companion.
Leaves and twigs slashing
horizontal in the gale.
Winds birth tears and bears them forth.
~
Umbrellas invert.
Hats depart for warmer climes.
“Wee bit breezy”, he mutters.