Last Straw
Last straw
When does it
Really get there
That final moment
That is never ever
That final moment
But just the last straw
When you can
Start to say
To yourself
I can breathe
Again and again
And close
That door
On them
And their poor
Despicable lives.
Trees grow
Ready to be
Climbed
To hang
From their
Branches
To recline
In the shade
And shine
In the dance
Of leaves
On a summers day
So let’s dance
You and I
And step out
Together
Will it be
A tango
Or a jive
Or that long
Long smooch
When our arms
And bodies
Entwine.
Lets dance on.
Matahara
Wanting to fly
Do you remember?
In the stairwell
Of the old house
At Netherfield
Red admirals
Gathered
And over wintered
And hung
Waiting for Spring
Then fluttering
At windows
To be let out
When that time
Had come
I hear you
Stretching
Your wings too
Aching to fly
And grow again
in the sun.
Rob Cullen
Some days the words on a stone make you stop and take a breath….
