April Promise
Full of April promise
so many times we’d disappear
to where the canal boats moored
make-believing one of them ours
a gypsy craft laden for a simpler life
We’d found our own place to dream
saw the naked sun step down to play
to dance on daisy-strewn fields
leaving us to lay by a twisting stream
cradled by heavy blossom trees
unable to face an unpalatable truth
The holes it burned in our maudlin minds
like never-healing wounds
more vulnerable than the blossom
which fell into torrents below
So it is that a few fine April days
are quickly gone
They never presage a fine summer to come
© copyright David Francis Barker 2011
Unseasonal, I know, but those of us entrenched in the northern hemisphere might want to think of spring.
Hi David
this is so dreamy, and in November, this is also so far away, thank you for reminding of nicer days!
“a gypsy craft laden for a simpler life
We’d found our own place to dream”
Lovely! 🙂 And the image is too. Oil paint I think?
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Hi Ina
I’m very grateful for your lovely comments.
Yes, the image was oil originally, something I did a few years ago, but which I have ‘photoshopped’ a bit to spice it up.
Thank you!
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Hi David
This is a dream of a poem and thank you for sharing it among our grey November days. Spring is my favourite time of year.
I just love “…saw the naked sun step down to play
to dance on daisy strewn fields…” – delicious!
And the picture compliments it beautifully.
Christine
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Thank you so much!
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This is a welcome on this fine Thanksgiving Day!
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Thank you – hope you’re having a fine day!
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Hi David,
I admit, I do love fall, however, I live in mild weather, so I understand how you’d be thinking of a warmer climate..I do love this poem, just lovely! 🙂
Lauren
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Thank you!
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Really nice! 🙂
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Hi David,
A beautiful poem, relaxing and dreamy.
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