Elevenses Poem by Eoghan Finn
Elevenses
Waking from a dopey sleep
Hoping any thoughts I keep
Today are not another's wishes
I pray be unfulfilled-
But my own censure
Of confessions i've spilled
To friends i've culled
In labour, love, on locale-
Our bond's to be annulled
On grounds of rationale.
Oh! The fickle nature of relationships,
The searing need for others.
The ones you toil,
The ones you spoil.
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4/24/2024 12:39:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Neatly crafted and cleverly written Sue. Love the run-on lines & the nice, tight ending... Rgds, Ivan