Today is, according to The Poetry Society, National Poetry Day.
Water is the subject, inspired by the cry of Samuel Taylor Coleridge's Mariner: 'Water, water, everywhere'
Writing something new today isn't likely to happen so I have been rummaging through my shoeboxes for something appropriate to the theme. How about this group from 2002?:
swan song
treize cygnes sous la pluie que cygnifie-t-il?
est-elle une portent?
pas plus que cela.
no more than that.
il pleut.
ils chantent une chanson triste…
moi aussi.
time runs out and
the river runs
through it while I stop
to count swans.
© Carrie Berry
31 August 2002
translation:
swan song
thirteen swans in the rain
what is the cygnificance?
is it a portent?
no more than that
no more than that
it’s raining
they sing a sad song…
and so do I
time runs out
while the river runs through it
and I stop
to count
swans
jealousy slips comfortably through my fingers
a worn satin binding on a blanket of insecurity
sometimes I think I’ll let it go
but winter is coming
© Carrie Berry
31 August 2002
things to count on a rainy day
unread books
unsung songs
unwritten words
unspoken thoughts
swans
© Carrie Berry
31 August 2002
