And thoughts for good company
On a Christmas afternoon.
A loaf of hopefully.
A slice of soon.
My life is not in a coffin,
But living it is like a poem.
The routine rhythms often state
Their intent to be ignored.
It's just a nothing; more to hate.
A tick to keep me bored.
The time it takes to wash my hands
Or light a cigarette
Is realized in the siphoning sands
And hardened lumps of regret.
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Pearl, this is so powerful..
ReplyDeleteVery true indeed!! Thanks for sharing this one.. :)
Love xxx
I hope that you have enjoyed your participation at our Monday Potluck, we love your talent and appreciate your willingness to share.
ReplyDeleteYou are welcome join us this coming Monday for another week of fun, old poems or poems unrelated to our theme are welcome.
Let me know if you need further assistance.
You Rock!
xoxox
A loaf of hopefully.
ReplyDeleteA slice of soon.
wow,
your talent is beyond my imagination,
how I love the way you write here, these lines are divine.
xx
Welcome to our potluck week 10, a poetry award is assigned upon submission.
ReplyDeleteOld poems are welcome …hurry up, you have 12 hours to go before we are closed.
Hope to see you there. Cheers!
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