Wind sings songs full of yearning
Raindrops tap window beseeching
No sunrise glory awoke morning
All dark shades of dirty gray light
Pigeons seek comfort in cooing
Traffic in a funeral march crawl
We struggle with our daily existence
Seeing sadly the write on the wall
Long for the sunshine to warm me
Shun gray like a worn out old sweater
That is my prayer for the day…..
It was a dark day here too, Fee...at least outside! Don't worry my friend, the sun will shine again....enjoyed...your words reflected my mood today as well....better days ahead!
My kind of Poeish poetry, and the photo goes right along with it. I remember living in LA and the days were almost always looked like this picture, although I think it is raining here. Smog so bad your eyes burnt. Nice work.
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
Sheila
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Kat
Admiringly,
Connie
Carole~
Blessings,
Christine
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :D
Always,
Deborah
Hugs,
Anna
Victor Hugo