October 31st, 2013


Sometimes things don’t go at all,
from bad to worse. Some years muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don’t fail,
sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.

A people sometimes will step back from war;
elect an honest man; decide they care
enough, that they can’t leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.

Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.

Sheenagh Pugh

Painting by Paul Klee. Ad Parnassum 1932.

4 Responses to 'Sometimes'
Filed Under: Poetry
  1. av remarks:

    I love this. Appropriate timing. I need to stop waiting for the other shoe to drop.

    October 31st, 2013 at 9:23 pm
  2. av remarks:

    Thanks for posting.

    October 31st, 2013 at 9:28 pm
  3. third house remarks:

    Your space has become my earthly repose.
    Thank you.

    November 3rd, 2013 at 12:31 pm
  4. frederick_a_woodruff remarks:

    Thank you third house, glad to oblige.

    November 3rd, 2013 at 1:21 pm

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