My gentler poems.

I like it Ian, wish I could write poetry like that, hope you get it published

The Attic.

Memories of the past,
is a very great treasure,
they are so many and so vast,
and they always bring pleasure.

Some things are not forgotten,
all brings joy and sadness,
you can’t always remember who got them,
although you remember them all with fondness.

A picture without a frame,
a piece of cake in a box,
a chair made of bamboo cane,
also a stuffed head of a fox.

So much rubbish and clutter,
it all will have to come down,
all of it makes your heart flutter,
next week we move to another town.

I absolutely love the last verse of the rural landscape one. It is so simple, but so evocative.

I've never actually seen a farmer leaning on a gate though. I don't they do it.

I'm not, personally, keen on 'memories' type of poetry. But that's just me.

Oh attics and the stuff in them. At what point do they become, not the place where everything goes that you have no time or room for, but a place that makes you feel old and sad and feel the passage of time more keenly. And wish you'd just thrown it out at the time and then wouldn't remember it?

I really comprehend the "Borum" bit now.

Ariadne, so do I!

Oh, I love these clever little jokes.

That one must have taxed your brain Ariadne.

Jing what has upset you!

It wasn't very kind.

Rarely do it, unlike some. Anyway, had enough of this.

Anagram you are right; have PMd Ian. Knew it was wrong! Thank you reminding me wiithout rancour!

Perhaps I was trying to be smart there, as well. Sorry, Ian42.
Here's a daft limerick that I made up to lighten things:

There was a young man from Arbroath
Who found himself terribly loath
To tie up his laces
Before taking long paces
And was berated for being a sloth.

green

Ian42...Thank you for sharing your beautiful poetry with us. You have a very sensitive way with words. Keep writing!

green ...very witty

Here is a limerick that I have penned myself.

There once was a poet from Aylesbury
Whos words were made very clearly
He missed his great chance
To go for a dance
When everybody said oh really.

Ian42

You should never miss a chance to go for a dance. You never know what could come of it! (if you're young, free and single, I guess)

When it comes to dancing I have two left feet.

Then I'll ask you to dance, Ian42!
In the form of a waltz (one, two, three)

"Shall we dance,
Take the floor?
Shall we waltz out the door?
Both left feet trip no more?
Shall we dance?

Thankyou for the dance
it was a brief-like chance
encountered on a forum
yet felt like a ballroom.

Ah!

A ballroom on a Borum?
Can we dance with much decorum?
If so, we'll surely floor 'em
As across those boards we prance!