The Spoon Poem by Paul Larmour

The Spoon



I'm being fed gloom
with a spoon
by winter
I've lost my appettite
but the spoon keeps on coming
not long to spring
where i'll be fed
fresh greens with a ladle
by spring
but the spoon keeps on coming
got to hold on, got to hold on

Friday, February 18, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: spring,winter
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Paul Larmour

Paul Larmour

Northern Ireland
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