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Published on March 12th, 2009 | by Peter



Licking stamps eyes closed wide

Holding hands a winters tide

Cealing kisses an envelope torn

And doth returns the summers mourn

Fussy, would he is he can?

Holding hands when all began

Crossing roads an intersect, scorn

And lovers cry together reborn

A smile a glance a passing face

A flowers petals stripped of lace

Warmer softly into began

And tossled sepals a trickle ran

A smile so soft a rushing glow

A lovers charm a pause, you know

Happy, nothing but hands hold warm

And so returns a summers morn


About the Author

Horticulturist. Yapper. Gardener. Human. Landscaper. Loves coffee. Dublin. Makes gardens. Radio Podcasts The @Sodshow. Lives in a tree in Dublin @DoneganGardens or www.doneganlandscaping.com

5 Responses to Balderdash

  1. Sinead says:

    Wow Peter. This is lovely. Poetry on Culch? I like it. A lot.

    “a lovers charm a pause, you know” adore this.

  2. Peter says:

    i like trees 🙂
    i like you 😆

  3. Rick O'Shea says:

    I highly, HIGHLY approve of this 😉

  4. Peter says:

    tips his cap thanks the gentleman kindly

  5. I really enjoyed this. Thanks P.

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