Frances May

Rookie (1991 / Wales, the land of sheep and strange accents)

Working Progress - Poem by Frances May

A working progress
Which needs to be completed
sleeps in a pocket full of opportunity.
and air.

Time passes on
and days grow short and cold
and the progress doesn't progress
and oh, I am growing old.

In my dreams I frame you with golden leaf.
My very own masterpiece.
I hang you with the rest
You are the best there ever was.

Shoot up and away -
from the seed of my ambition.

I need to sleep now.


You shall stay
Safely tucked away in my jacket pocket
and maybe I will find you
on another lonely day

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 15, 2008

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