the wind moans
outside all night long
the cat clings
wrapped around my arm
my eyes stare
where the ceiling should be
waiting for dawn
the wind moans
outside all night long
the cat clings
wrapped around my arm
my eyes stare
where the ceiling should be
waiting for dawn
Crafting, Cooking & Journalling through Life
la condivisione del dolore è un dono di amore da parte di chi lo fa e di chi lo riceve
A picture tells a thousand stories!
Epistles, Thoughts, and Concerns
Here, Now and Somewhere else
Moda-Creative thinking
Lucania la mia ragione di vita
Deal with the faults of others as gently as your own.
....But if you stay in my lane long enough, you'll experience my emotions...
Daily wind
Welcome to my world
Gesundheit - Rezepte - Reisen
Blog de literatura e artes
Urban art and culture
We're all on a road to somewhere.
My poetry is my religion.
poetry by Robert Ford
Recetas sencillas y fáciles de preparar
For some reason I had drifted away from reading your poems; now that I’ve returned, I find them just as lovely as I remember. Thank you for writing them.
Thank you for these kind words.
That was me last night, exactly. (except it was a dog not a cat clinging to my arm and snoring)
I had a dog, too, long before this cat and mine always managed to find his way onto the bed when I wasn’t looking.
Hope is d other name of life.dawn will come after night….
Yes, it surely will.
Yeah,dear!!
Good one
Thank you.
Lovely poem, Leonard.
Thank you.