Night Poem From Khandro (Tue.)
I wrote a sonnet once
I wrote a sonnet once
about a girl called Yvette
and how I'd never met her yet. It rhymed and everything.
And I wrote a poem once
about the atomic bomb
but it didn't rhyme and anyhow it was sadder than the sonnet.
I wish I could write nice poems about say ladies in gardens waiting for lovers but I can't. I've tried and tried but I can't. I've read some lovely ones
by Patience Strong about ladies in gardens waiting for lovers and she's wrote some others
about kittens playing with balls of wool. I wish I could write like that—
about Life I mean—but when I try the ladies don't have gardens
to wait in and the lovers
don't turn up anyway
and anyhow they don't rhyme.
Jack Marriot (1971)