The weather in my heart is a sunless, <br />cold, cloudy day, I fill up the emotional <br />chasm with dates and nuts, how can I <br />do French revision when the sun cannot <br />break through to say hello <br /> <br />So people like me who have prescribed books <br />still in bookcases instead of the new money <br />races created by brilliant young writers like <br />him has this author's revulsion for us <br />audibly expressed <br /> <br />Wonder why he must hate so much, sighing <br />I see life as a spiral ascending but I've no <br />dream for myself, embedded in my own <br />tininess, used to love thinking of dramatic <br />dénouements, people in dispute <br /> <br />One cathartic explosion - all enriched with <br />new insight, listening to music while typing <br />- music the theme threading scenes of my <br />life in one - wherever I go it is music <br />that makes me feel at home <br /> <br />A voice singing stories to accompaniment <br />- suddenly the scenario is changed - I am <br />just returned from riding my son's new <br />bike for the first time, feeling as if I am <br />twelve years old again <br /> <br />Brilliant sunlight appeared with bright <br />white clouds against a clear blue sky while <br />the wind made me feel at home as I sped <br />along - that delight will enable me to finish <br />French revision - <br /> <br />Music playing softly in the background <br />at low volume for more enticing sound <br />rejoicing because life still holds <br />the promise of surprise…<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-promise-of-surprise-revised/
