Fingers Crossed

Financial trouble is the score
I must become an awful bore
To seek new occupation must
And gain back financial trust
At no fault of my own I lost
My worldly income at what cost
To me, to her, to him, a shame
But that is life, no-one's to blame
My faculty returned somewhat
To help remove this ghastly blot
Upon the landscape of my life
Precision gardening with a knife
No more a trust for health and fun
I did that once and was undone
So off to find some useful task
And cover up my pain with mask
I must ensure that all goes well
Returning later, my tale to tell

©2004 Hey Hey

Your new poems are really especially good this morning, Hey Hey! And I love that thing you did with the word "what," and that was only the title; the thing itself was really funny: "Head Gardener," indeed!

I think I am learning about you from your poems, and you are indeed a fascinating person, one with whom I believe I have much in common. I'm a little tired right now, having written seven sonnets today (it is still Tuesday evening here), so I apologize for not addressing your poems in greater detail, but they are really especially good. Not only are they technically polished to a fine shine, but they are also heartfelt and absorbing to read. I will have to go and read your other new one now more closely; they are both very good though. I was messaging with Silke when they came in, so I will have a closer look now; that one with "what" really got my attention! Delightful.

Thank you so much for your kind replies to my sonnets. I do very much appreciate your reading and replying; you have a most encouraging effect upon me.

AD ASTRA PER ASPERA

Dear Steven

It is my great pleasure to communicate with you. How can I read, even locally, about so much violence and pain in the world and yet find, through the ether, such delight in a soul such as you? You are a friend indeed, and to many.

Perhaps I am giving away too many secrets too early. For me, to write poetry requires that all doors are opened but then too much can escape. But even closed doors can have a draft, so I suppose it is inevitable that some part will be disclosed to the world. I shouldn't worry, as I have nothing to hide. I'm just a simple human being trying to make sense of this life.

Farewell for now, good friend.

Hey Hey