What time did you
come to bed she asked
and when he told her
midnight she said
too late, too late,
you’re always up too late
and he could hear
in her voice
his doctor’s voice
his mother’s voice
the clarion voices
of his guardian angels
Ron. Lavalette is a Vermont poet. He’s been widely published, both in print and online.
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December 4th, 2011 at 4:32 am
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December 4th, 2011 at 6:03 am
they only give us five stars to work with. How shortsighted of them.
The ending, of course, pulls this one out of ordinary conversation and turns it into More. I am always surprised by your poems, but it’s a surprise-thing I’ve come to expect. This one, included.
December 4th, 2011 at 7:28 am
I love it!
December 4th, 2011 at 2:43 pm
Wise words – doctor, mother, guardian angels every one.
December 4th, 2011 at 3:29 pm
Is it that lateness is relative?
December 5th, 2011 at 1:52 pm
I like this little poem. :]
December 6th, 2011 at 7:45 pm
Really good…I expected funny
December 15th, 2011 at 12:17 pm
AKAIK you’ve got the asenwr in one!