sometimes
on mornings
a whisper
of useless wishes
a drink
of bitter tea
the morning grey
an echo
in empty rooms
the weight
of years gone by
sometimes
on mornings
a whisper
of useless wishes
a drink
of bitter tea
the morning grey
an echo
in empty rooms
the weight
of years gone by
Smiling • Writing • Dreaming
Heart of gold, stardust soul. Wearing a smile like a loaded gun.
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Smile. I write my feelings. true and honest and simple.
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Truly wonderful. You said it so simply and yet the power of your words can easily be felt.
Thank you for this kind comment.
You’re right of course: a wish contemplated through to its consequences is often best left empty . . .
Thank you, Peter.
nailed!
Thanks, Maureen.
Weighty are they indeed at times! 🙂
Yes, they can be.
yeah.sometimes we feel so.wonderful poem.
I’m glad you like it.
Welcome.dear.
Oh yes, I think I know that feeling sometimes Leonard…excellent poem!! 🙂
Thank you, Suzy.