Day: February 15, 2020
Like children
We once rolled like children down a slope
We stopped the car to climb the grassy bank
As if we were reliving some lost hope
Ecstasy is way beyond my scope
My mind is always veering to the blanks
We once rolled our children down a slope
We laughed and laughed till our ribs nearly broke
The grass was wet and soon so were our flanks
As if we were reviving some lost joke
Back to childhood then we grew and wrote
Mainly to our others to give thanks
We once rolled joy’s children down a slope
From a bridge, we dropped the paper boats
The Lea is pretty ghastly, never punk
In the eighties Ted Hughes told a joke
Crow or wolf or magpie, what a hunk
Waiting for a vision, hit, distinct
We sold books in moonshine to the Pope
Feeling wild, enchanted by new hope
Green leaves
By Mike Flemming copyright 2020
Small rain in summer Pools on large green leaves, Makes all birds dumber Silently they weave. Wrens fly to and fro Nesting near the house. They know where to go With nestlings and spouse. Simple life of green Hiding in lush leaves. A space to be unseen Humans only grieve. Where is our safe space, Where can we live well? As sorrow veils the face In green thoughts I dwell.