Silence!Silence, please.
Let’s have some
quiet,
A moment with my
thoughts
My contemplations
To listen to this
eerie cry
And blink this huge
tear-
The staccato that
connects different seasons of pain-
Blanketed in
loneliness.
Sigh.
Sighing whenever
I wink this stare
Shifting from this palm,
To that palm,
On this chin.
Sigh,
You understand,
Humming.
Drumming fingers.
A far thought- Like a
flicker-
From a dry kerosene lamp.
Then anxiety.
Thanks Bridget for reminding me this was meant to be a creative blog :) I have some old poems that could fill this out well
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading this Sigh poem, very nice...
ReplyDeletethanks for reading and commenting. More to come
ReplyDeleteI worried about your creativity the time you reported about the glands of your cat. This must have been the bottom of a valley from where it went up again :-)
ReplyDeleteHihihi, Nelio, thanks for the comment.
ReplyDeleteYou know what they say- a woman has to crash before she comes up again-