Terminal II

Feb 22

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TERMINAL II

He does the shopping now
Getting out is too much
But we don’t mention that
At least there are flowers

The new snowdrops are out
As the fresh year spins on
Words like splendour, wonder
Set amongst all this pain

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on February 22, 2018, in Double 4 By 6, Poetry and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. Betty Hayes Albright | February 23, 2018 at 5:59 am

    It’s the little things like a snowdrop that becomes most precious. 🥀

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  2. ebbtide | February 23, 2018 at 3:57 pm

    I loved this one – that contrast between pain and flowers – perfect!

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