Nursing
I'm nursing a beer,
When I should be nursing you,
I'm feckless, Dear,
When I should sweep out of the blue.
Your distant lily is chilled
And I can't warm to thaw
Saving flowers thrilled
to escape a yawning maw.
Labels: poem
A nattering nabob against nascent nihilism, but certainly not consonance. The blog has expanded in many directions all at once to include poetry, pictures, and discussions of philosophy, current events, music, politics, government, and military affairs.
I'm nursing a beer,
When I should be nursing you,
I'm feckless, Dear,
When I should sweep out of the blue.
Your distant lily is chilled
And I can't warm to thaw
Saving flowers thrilled
to escape a yawning maw.
Labels: poem
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