This post is an apology to those who have written splendid comments, thoughtful phrases and lovely sentiments on my blog posts in recent weeks. 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.
Full poem here. Frost is often remembered for A Road Not Taken and Birches. But 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.
NB: it may trigger painful thoughts and feelings for some.
II. USED UP
Lines based on certain regrets that come with rumination
upon the painted faces of women on
North Clark Street, Chicago
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
Mary Havran writes of Late Of Love
Love came late
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
For my open heart.
There is much to dwell on “late”. Perhaps it could even be a writing prompt?
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