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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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 20, 2007
Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 16, 2011

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Comments about Elevenses by Eoghan Finn

  • Ivan Donn Carswell (4/20/2007 4:26:00 PM)

    Neatly crafted and cleverly written Sue. Love the run-on lines & the nice, tight ending... Rgds, Ivan

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