Poem - MAG Poetry Prize 2010
supplies for winter
by
basildon, UK
Just as the
squirrel gathers his supplies for winter
I must prepare
for the cold and bitter winds of rejection
The most
fearsome winter could not ready a man for the cruelties delivered by the
seasons of the heart
Nor could
the most abundant spring allow him to anticipate the unrestricted beauties lavished
upon the Sole by the smell of your hair
The chance
meeting of our eyes
The exchange
of a self-conscious smile
A lightning
bolt of welcome confusion at the passing touch of your hand
The boundaries
of sensation are as those of creation, eternally expanding and continually surprising
Outside the
window I watch a squirrel as he gathers his supplies for the winter
Must I prepare
for the cold and bitter winds of rejection?
Added: 23.02.2010
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