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Life Sentence
Eden, created for our expulsion
We inhabit its garden for such a short spell.
The brevity of pleasure
I survive in the kingdom of the frail
Personality simplified to enjoyment
of foxgloves under tree fern
And a tui’s daily interview
At the abutilon, swaying under its weight
In the past there was delight
In outwitting expected defeat
Now, the wait for the next appointment
‘’You’ve gone down hill, you know’
As if I didn’t, we’re all speechless
About the obvious, formulaic words prevail
Hard to be premature about the inevitable end
The dread, the fear, the foolish hope, they survive
Harvey McQueen
This poem rattled about and out over last weekend. Normally I leave them for a while. This one I decided could be released from the holding pen straight away.
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After your previous post about the difficulties of getting on with writing poetry, Harvey, it's good to see this new poem appearing. I especially liked "a tui's daily interview".
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