Wednesday, August 7, 2013


Where do you go?
( Almost a compulsory question.)
Away for some rest.
It’s when everybody is away,
even if they are at home
they are away.
And on television
documentaries on travels,
entertainment only,
jokes, fun, catch and run,
each evening the circus,
the playful clowns
who spit and shout
and never drown.
Lightheartedness, a must
you deserve at last.
At last?
And how was it at first?
( Not a question now
to trust.)


Dave King said...

Interesting questions. The answers change I think as one grows older, .. wiser? more disenchanted? Fascinating poem, though.

Crafty Green Poet said...

August is festival here. Or rather Festivals.

A Cuban In London said...

The second stanza applies to me. I'm home but away from my computer (well, except for now) :-). Loved your poem. Many thanks.

Greetings from London.