Victoria Day, 2008

 

I sit and smoke, in hazy room

As evenings ends lazy afternoon

And day goes long, and light grows dim

And night begins to settle in

Distant sound, claps in the sky

Near some Great Lake, the fireworks fly

On this Victoria Day, at summer’s eve

With slight chill in air, here I am relieved

On this one day, golden and long

In quietness, I listen to soulful songs

And soon it ends, another one

Now it is here, now it is gone

Another day, another end

Another poem do I now send

To mark this day, as it is now passed

Not just the first, nor is it the last

Reviews

[lark]

Last time I was in Canada for Victoria Day, I saw a drug deal from an alley way. I was in a marching band.
My sister just came back from her weekend extravaganza of the same variety (she plays the trumpet). She's mucho sunburnt, and still exhausted and feverish.

I think you're depriving us of a lot of things, here. You're just saying this day is gone, this poem is gone... It's not the first, not the last... But really--what else is there to say? You could say so much more, that's what. You could... Yeah. Just, do a lot more than what you have. Give us more! (!!!)

The averageness, the passing of another day... It's more than just another day, right? Or else you wouldn't have written about it, no? Wouldn't have titled it as such. Right now, I have no idea what separates Victoria Day from anygiventhursday.

But your rhymes are tight, man. Kudos on that.