The weather in my heart is a sunless,
cold, cloudy day, I fill up the emotional
chasm with dates and nuts, how can I
do French revision when the sun cannot
break through to say hello

So people like me who have prescribed books
still in bookcases instead of the new money
races created by brilliant young writers like
him has this author's revulsion for us
audibly expressed

Wonder why he must hate so much, sighing
I see life as a spiral ascending but I've no
dream for myself, embedded in my own
tininess, used to love thinking of dramatic
dénouements, people in dispute

One cathartic explosion - all enriched with
new insight, listening to music while typing
- music the theme threading scenes of my
life in one - wherever I go it is music
that makes me feel at home

A voice singing stories to accompaniment
- suddenly the scenario is changed - I am
just returned from riding my son's new
bike for the first time, feeling as if I am
twelve years old again

Brilliant sunlight appeared with bright
white clouds against a clear blue sky while
the wind made me feel at home as I sped
along - that delight will enable me to finish
French revision -

Music playing softly in the background
at low volume for more enticing sound
rejoicing because life still holds
the promise of surprise…

Margaret Alice Second

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-promise-of-surprise-revised/