Day: July 16, 2017

Caveat: While there is still time

Not My Poetry

The Mower

The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found
A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,
Killed. It had been in the long grass.

I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.
Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world
Unmendably. Burial was no help:

Next morning I got up and it did not.
The first day after a death, the new absence
Is always the same; we should be careful

Of each other, we should be kind
While there is still time.

– Philip Larkin (British poet, 1922-1985)

[daily log: walking, 7km]

Caveat: Random Poem #49

A Daily Poem / Book 1 / Englyn / My Poetry & Fiction

(Poem #350 on new numbering scheme)

On this map you see my dreams:
look here at the X, it seems
to mark my mind's random streams.

– an englyn milwr, i.e. “soldier’s englyn.”
[daily log: walking, 1km]

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