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Un-Predictable Poetry

Verlie Burroughs is a west coast writer from Vancouver Island.

October morning - Jays

October morning - Jays

A Little Light at Dawn

This is how we carry on
moving quietly from room to room
A table materializes,
and soon everything is in its place
The empty cup, the pen,
the gloom.

Summer Rose

Summer Rose

Bind

I suppose the rose will bloom again in June.
That summer flowering will resume
Madly going to seed, dandelion will still intrude.
I suppose we will watch the interlude
Pining we are not free.
Caught in a bind, weed
Like a rope, around
our strangled hope.

© 2021 Verlie Burroughs