A Worthwhile Judgement Sought.....

Thought about the way my kids

Will judge the world I’ve left behind,

Wondered how perception’s eye

Will shade the tones of what they find.

 

Worried that the work undone

Shall disappoint the judgements made

And sway perception’s jaded brush

To paint the memories in shade.

 

It matters that regard is there

To render recollection’s sound,

To pluck the gems of warm regard

From detritus of earthly round.

 

To look upon my megre works

As worthwhile in the scheme of things,

To nurture somewhere in the soul

The song which satisfaction sings.

 

 

Marshalg

Pondering in the dead of night beneath a hallowed frozen moon.

Foxglove, Taranaki.

7th October 2012