Bruce McRae
Bad News For Bunny
The bad news is
you're not one
of
God's little ponies
or an old hit
on the radio.
You'll never be
a clever trick
that they drag out
at parties.
The sun will never
come from you.
I'm sorry that I have
to be the one
to tell you,
but it's a short ride
and it's a fast one.
For those of you
with aspirations―
aspire. But you,
you the one in the back
looking decidedly
sick at heart:
that feeling that you're feeling
is right on the money.
You'll never be one
of Heaven's shiny pennies
now.
In The Arboretum
If Rachel comes aflutter through the storm
I'll be in the arboretum sowing seed
and she'll say brother, brother please,
then I'll be pressed to answer yes,
what is it girl, you see I'm busy,
while she shakes off her umbrella
and demands complete attention,
refusing to admit I'm occupied and
brother she will say I'm sore afraid,
lightning cutting cross the panes of glass,
thunder growling baritones,
rain lashing the winds that darkened day;
and I will move to reassure her,
putting my utensils down, saying
sister Rachel this is not the flood
but a cold front slowly passing,
noticing the tears and rain, the look
of consternation on her face,
briefly touching on temptation
before returning to my work.
Bruce McRae is originally from Niagara Falls Ontario, he is a Pushcart-nominee and a musician who has spent much of his life in London and British Columbia. He has been published in hundreds of periodicals and anthologies. His first book, ‘The So-Called Sonnets’ is available from the Silenced Press website or via Amazon books. To hear his music and view more poems visit his website: www.bpmcrae.com
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The bad news is
you're not one
of
God's little ponies
or an old hit
on the radio.
You'll never be
a clever trick
that they drag out
at parties.
The sun will never
come from you.
I'm sorry that I have
to be the one
to tell you,
but it's a short ride
and it's a fast one.
For those of you
with aspirations―
aspire. But you,
you the one in the back
looking decidedly
sick at heart:
that feeling that you're feeling
is right on the money.
You'll never be one
of Heaven's shiny pennies
now.
In The Arboretum
If Rachel comes aflutter through the storm
I'll be in the arboretum sowing seed
and she'll say brother, brother please,
then I'll be pressed to answer yes,
what is it girl, you see I'm busy,
while she shakes off her umbrella
and demands complete attention,
refusing to admit I'm occupied and
brother she will say I'm sore afraid,
lightning cutting cross the panes of glass,
thunder growling baritones,
rain lashing the winds that darkened day;
and I will move to reassure her,
putting my utensils down, saying
sister Rachel this is not the flood
but a cold front slowly passing,
noticing the tears and rain, the look
of consternation on her face,
briefly touching on temptation
before returning to my work.
Bruce McRae is originally from Niagara Falls Ontario, he is a Pushcart-nominee and a musician who has spent much of his life in London and British Columbia. He has been published in hundreds of periodicals and anthologies. His first book, ‘The So-Called Sonnets’ is available from the Silenced Press website or via Amazon books. To hear his music and view more poems visit his website: www.bpmcrae.com
Return to September 2013 Edition