These words of mine are becoming so boring
And so I’ll listen to and read the lyrics of
Bob Dylan
And think that he is my inspiration
But then I come back to my own words
And realize that the only inspiration
That I need
Is you
And I will cover my ears and hear
The things you’ve said to make me laugh
And I will cover my eyes and see
The beautiful dimensions of your face
And I will become intoxicated by my love for you
But I will remember exactly every moment of us
And yes, the clouds are weeping
And yes, the day is black
But even through all of the
Repulsiveness of life
I can still love
I can still love
well after all these poems of black wednesdays and empty thursdays, here comes a poem promising hope. Congratulations, both on your mood and your poem.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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