Indolent for a cause more superior,
He’d nothing to do with the stars falling.
Child, he drove insane old monsignor,
Asking how to be ‘bout every star rising.
No answer had might to rest his inquiry,
No book was sent back ‘thout tacit resent.
Pointed eyes joined in speak with mysterious druery.
Oh, I miss lil’ fella, where are you now, me lad?
Being old, driven crazy, probably,
With the cassock-found remedies in holy lore,
Kneeling – question-mark-like, stand you adorably…
Can’t let it go unanswered?... my beloved monsignor?..
Cause indolent
© Copyright: Fern, 2004
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Fern hi,
How do English speaking folk find your poems? Do they like your verses?
Did you publish something?
Good job!
Косая 09.10.2008 04:09 • Заявить о нарушении
How do English speaking folk find your poems? Do they like your verses?
Did you publish something?
Good job!
Косая 09.10.2008 04:09 • Заявить о нарушении
Yello there! :) Their judgment & observations are wide-wide spread, from - WTF is this, to – I am absolutely in love with this poem :) go figure! Publishing – I need to get a worthy editor first :) found one before – was lame, didn’t have time to get back to it. Thank you for you comments! What is your literary status?
Best!
Fern 10.10.2008 00:15 Заявить о нарушении
Best!
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