This is by design a
wide ranging anthology, not based on a theme or style or time period,
but just the simple task of offering a poem to the reader each day of
the year.
From it I will share
just one poem, Sheenagh Pugh’s Sometimes, which I read on 20th
Dec 2018.
Sometimes things
don’t go, after 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 a 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.
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