As You'd Pause upon Your Path
Today, once again,
you'd pause
upon your path, reaching for ribbons
and roses, which you'd find
in profusion.
upon your path, reaching for ribbons
and roses, which you'd find
in profusion.
In the stirring of the
stream,
you'd wade and you'd wash the dust
from your frame. Soon enough,
you'd wade and you'd wash the dust
from your frame. Soon enough,
refreshed, you'd
spring to her space,
nuzzle her neck and whisper in her ear
such words every fool wishes to hear.
nuzzle her neck and whisper in her ear
such words every fool wishes to hear.
In your travels, once
more, you'd have
parlayed yourself through the portals
of Paradise, even at the expense
of her heart. Today, however, as you'd
parlayed yourself through the portals
of Paradise, even at the expense
of her heart. Today, however, as you'd
pause upon your path,
she'd be searching
her soul, and tonight, with love's
sweetest of songs the lease upon her lips,
she'd be barring her door.
her soul, and tonight, with love's
sweetest of songs the lease upon her lips,
she'd be barring her door.
Richard Doiron, 65,
poet, Moncton, New Brunswick, Canada. He is the author of 18 books. Twice
nominated for the Governor-General's Award; work read at the United Nations,
the 4th World Congress of Poetry & Cultures; winner of several
International literary competitions; an estimated 1000 poems published in books
and anthologies; recipient of the 2012 World Poetry Lifetime Achievement Award.
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