LUSTA Poem by Peter RogersonDriven by lust for long years it's refreshing to find loveHe was a nonsense on the wing, A fluttering wayward teasing thing, A verbal kind of yellow bird, A solitary little word…
He was the song we used to sing, A scintillating bit of bling, A lonely knight upon the shore, Meaning less and saying more…
He was the prayer we used to pray, The nonsense words we’d cheaply say, The tales an arcane jester tells, His teasing tinkling troubled bells…
He was the dark before the dawn, Herald of a jewelled morn, The coat the peachy maiden wore, The savage hasty words she swore…
His was the sweat that used to flow In rivers as her face might glow, Lust masquerading for a time Half a hope and half a rhyme…
Then, when the silly years are past And lust lies dead at lonely last His waste a thing to look upon, We thank our love that he is gone…
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AuthorPeter RogersonMansfield, Nottinghamshire, United KingdomAboutI am 81 years old, but as a single dad with four children that I had sole responsibility for I found myself driving insanity away by writing. At first it was short stories (all lost now, unfortunately.. more..Writing
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