the sun is sparkling, the rain rumbling, and we badly need some poetry...

Tuesday, 12 April 2011

C.B. Anderson - Two Poems


I laugh at grief
And grief laughs back at me.
On bended knee
I beg relief,
But all I see
Are shadows in the night.

Time is a thief,
And I come off as trite
For saying so.
A while ago
My hair turned white
As freshly fallen snow.

Lakeside Property

The wind blows harmlessly on every hill,
But when it falls upon a placid lake
There's hell to pay for any kayak or
Canoe in open water.  Heaven's sake
Is not a telling factor -- with a will
All of its own, wind batters my back door.