Poetry 'n Prose

Bright Sides

So tonight, again, to the public house
Bustle, banding at ease
Chewing the gristle with the boys,
Growing merry, maudlin,
Wistful: not yourself.

Goodbye, goodnight, out into the last laboured
Breaths of the day, still light at ten thirty,
The sunset an overturned glass
of rosé.

Walked home across the common, jangling,
Tapping my keys in tune to an old familiar song
‘Always look on the bright side… of life’
Elated, my cup runneth over.

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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