Omen

It must have been an omen

of my life  to be

the first time I wrote a 'poem-en'

for my life has been a melody

of poetic moments, and I shall treasure them all

so much synchronicity

those times will never pall

It must have been an omen

the first time I caught a glimpse of you

standing there in the gloamin’

watching me, it seemed you knew

as much as I; our future was now.

And when we have an omen

that our future becomes the past

we’ll not do any moanin’

but with hands together clasped

we’ll take a final bow.

Janet Bellinger

C 2006