Monday, 2 March 2009

Winston, Dreaming (tanka)

Alone, Winston sits
in café, overlooks the park
and dreams of sun.
No absinthe to bend the mind
but poetry is composed

6 comments:

A Woman Of No Importance said...

LD - I have an award for you today, please call and collect it, if you would like it? Take care x

spacedlaw said...

I am tempted to add a mental "nevertheless" in souvenir of the absinthe drinking poets.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Thank you both!

Nat - Absinthe is the only alcohol I drink these days.

spacedlaw said...

It's not so deadly nowadays. Well... As long as it is ocnsumend in reasonable quantities.

BT said...

He looks so smart in his yellow suit.

Leatherdykeuk said...

He is a bit of a ladies' man!