By As always, how grand last year’s end sounded –
like a century’s, a millennium’s!
Number’s arbitrary significance.
Nothing will change, only the detail.
Cats will stalk robins, gardeners chase cats
and the bird will be flown whatever.
Whether in hunger or joy, song or silence,
the same heaven above us, wishful or real,
accept, please, my gift of continuing love.
gift; continuing lovelast year; century; millennium; number; arbitrary; significance; Cats; stalk; robins; gardeners; hunger; joy; song; silence; heaven; wishful; real
roze albina ches
February 10, 2013I enjoyed your poem A Modest Proposal. I think it’s simply beautiful. I love your collection and will read more of your work.
Best,
Roze
(theinkywriter)
February 16, 2013I really enjoyed this and love the last line.
John Huddart
February 22, 2013Best collection yet – and a nice turning on its head of the Swiftian title in a modest proposal. This manages to be both a personal love poem, an acceptance of life’s nastinesses and a celebration of friendship. how does he do it?
John Chapman
February 26, 2013Love, which has many facets, does indeed “make the world go round”.
Tricia Durdey
February 27, 2013Oh, I loved this poem, David – the simplicity, truth and directness of it. One to remember. Thanks.