Dean Bottomley Poems
- Primrose Promise I saw a Primrose today, I doubt it saw ...
- A Sonnet To Bread And Butter P... If you would have the ...
- The Old Man In The Corner How well I remember as I’m slumped ...
- A Birth It was a hard journey, and painful too. It lasted ...
- A Blackbird I listened to him for over an hour: Chest out, ...
- Why Why Why Why Why Why does no-one hear my screams As I am ...
- Ant Scurrying, hurrying, shiny and black A tiny head and a ...
I have been scribbling silly verses since I was 10. A lot were written to help with bad feeling, like when my Dad died when I was 10.5yo, and when I had other serious problems in my life. I think being able to scribble silly verses got bad feelings out of my head and helped to keep me going mental. Now I am TRYING to learn to improve a bit.
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I saw a Primrose today, I doubt it saw me
As it peeped, coyly from amongst the long grass.
How can such hope and promise be held
In such a small shy flower?
It holds the yellow of the sun in its pale face
A promise of the warmth of spring and summer.
The cold is past, and nature now wakes
All her sleeping children.
I has the green of new life in its silky leaves;
Waking, stretching, reaching skyward towards the sun.
New life is here, good times will follow.
It lifts the down cast soul