Additionally, a poem
My newest entry is actually below this. But for those who enjoy my occasional poetry, here's a new- if somewhat sombre- one.
Timing
A moment too soon and a week too late,
My fate to have timing a jester would scorn.
Should I mourn the lost meeting? The mere
Searing thought of it, distraught with it,
What could I have got with it? The allure
Of surety, at first so arresting despite
Its tritely certain lack of certainty, has broken-
Spoken its insults and left instead
The broken treads of might-have-been.
Oh, so winning, the fantasy, but useless,
And just a little truthless, an easy deceit-
A retreat from the thought of what might have been,
Had I been there a week before.
Timing
A moment too soon and a week too late,
My fate to have timing a jester would scorn.
Should I mourn the lost meeting? The mere
Searing thought of it, distraught with it,
What could I have got with it? The allure
Of surety, at first so arresting despite
Its tritely certain lack of certainty, has broken-
Spoken its insults and left instead
The broken treads of might-have-been.
Oh, so winning, the fantasy, but useless,
And just a little truthless, an easy deceit-
A retreat from the thought of what might have been,
Had I been there a week before.