Experiments in Poetry 2
Suicide in 4/4:
Oh dear mother, I am sorry that I leave you lonely still. Tell the children not to worry, that it's over, to the pill.
I will miss you, but I can't stay, Please don't think I didn't try. I am broken, I am hurting, at my lowest when I'm high.
Tell the youngest he can tarry, he will grow up when it's time. tell my sister that I love her. Tell the digger "spread the lime".
I'll be waiting 'cross the river for your ferry, for your lie. Bring a coin to pay the boatman and I'll see you, by and by.
A Tribute of Four Parts:
on his left he wore four rings, wood and stone and other things. Wore he others on his right, bone and glass so smooth and bright, Fire, tamed and finely wrought, lightning he had chased and caught. Last he wore a ring of light, a star he'd stolen from the night.
A Warning Best Heeded:
Rest ye weary travellers in beds of golden hay. Spend the night wrapped warm and tight, and leave at break of day.
for if you linger longer, and unwelcome, linger still, A wind shall blow and you will know that death has paid your bill.
Anything Sounds Poignant in Verse:
There is no grand pattern, no script of old quotes, life is but the rhythm, and we but the notes. And one day you'll see 'midst the leaves on the floor That the music, long over, will be written no more.