While lifting a folder
from a box of papers
I had stored up in the loft
several loose pages fell out
and landed at my feet.
As I lifted them,
I saw much to my surprise
that they were half a dozen poems
I had written twenty years ago
and forgotten all about.
As I quickly flicked
through the folder
it became clear to me
that there was about fifty other poems
buried within I had forgotten about.
I’ve put the folder to one-side
to sort through it when I have more time.
Then I can rediscover
what I was writing
more than twenty years ago.
6 March 2008
What fun that must be....I have nothing from my past left really....just a few pictures I painted is all....but thoughts on paper seem more grounded to me then a painting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What fun David. I wonder if you'll be embarrassed or chuffed by what you wrote then. I bet there's something of the now David in those oldies though. Lovely piece of nostalgia. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥