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Max's favourite poems by other poets

Every poet loves great poetry.  Max shared favourite poems with friends some of which are posted here for you to enjoy.

Max Writes: This is a Terza Rima , meaning third rhyme , because it is in three line stanzas and the middle line of each stanza must rhyme with the first and third line of the following stanza. It is finished with a two line envoi which rhymes with the middle line of the previous stanza. I thought (this) was rather clever in that the rhyme was not, at first glance, obvious:

 

DEATH MUSIC

 

While Father loved her nothing could go wrong

He left. Boers killed him. How could she forget?

Her mother played the cello all day long,

 

Elgar, Saint-Saens,  solo, in quartet,

Ignored her child’s sky blue eyes, sapling grace.

Their money dwindled. Soon they were in debt.

 

Then marriage brought smiles to the young girl’s face:

A doctor. middle-aged, distinguished, kind.

Her dreary world became a joyful place.

 

For ten years. But the dark pain lurked close behind.

A sudden stroke, her loving husbands gone.

She owned gold rings, fine glass, yet lost her mind.

 

A cello there? Pavlova’s Dying Swan?

She sank down to the floor. The gas hissed on.

 

                                        Pat Lucas

 

CATS

 

Cats, no less liquid than their shadows,

Offer no angles to the wind.

They slip, diminished, neat, through loopholes

Less than themselves; will not be pinned

 

To rules or routes for journeys; counter

Attack with non-resistance; twist

Enticing through the curving fingers

And leave an angered empty, empty fist.

 

They wait obsequious as darkness-

Quick to retire, quick to return;

Admit no aim or ethics; flatter

With reservations; will not learn

 

To answer to their names; are seldom

Truly owned till shot and skinned .

Cats, no less liquid than their shadows,

Offer no angles to the wind.

 

                        TSJ  Tessimond

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