This post is an
to those who have written splendid comments, thoughtful phrases and lovely sentiments on my blog posts in recent weeks. apology So sorry to have not replied sooner!
I am very grateful to you all and hope that I have replied to each one. Life has been rather full of late and I was not able to give them the attention they deserve.
Speaking of late, there have been some fabulous poems written that include the theme “late” or something similar. Thanks to
poemhunter.com for the excerpts and links.
Here is a excerpt from one of
Robert Frost‘s – A Late Walk
I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue Of the last remaining aster flower To carry again to you.
here. Frost is often remembered for and A Road Not Taken . But Birches A Late Walk is splendid too, as is the poem!
Here is a fun one from Rebecca Ryan –
I Am Always Late For School
I am always late for school;
The reason why is obvious. I am always in the pool, So much, it is obnoxious.
When I don’t get there on time,
The teachers there get mad. But if I could read and rhyme, Surely they’d be glad.
The late and great
Carl Sandburg wrote some as Poems Done On A Late Night Car. This one is powerful. : it may trigger painful thoughts and feelings for some. NB
II. USED UP
Lines based on certain regrets that come with rumination
upon the painted faces of women on North Clark Street, Chicago
Red roses, Crushed In the rain and wind Like mouths of women Beaten by the fists of Men using them. O little roses And broken leaves And petal wisps: You that so flung your crimson To the sun Only yesterday.
Mary Havran writes of
Late Of Love
Love came late
Not shouting Not leaping Not looking to move mountains Only tapping softly on my shoulder As I tapped away at my keyboard
Love came late
But bringing with it all Love ever had to offer Asking only For my open heart.
There is much to dwell on “late”. Perhaps it could even be a writing prompt?
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