Pensive Is...
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Friday, March 14, 2014
Pensive Is…
by Odin Roark
Pensive is
Where disappointment ponders
While sadness decides
Pensive is
When layered clouds
Crisscross a setting sun
And conch shells
Pull echoes in for the night
Pensive is
A desperate green and red
Neon misfiring
While dollar-a-night patrons
Bury faces in pillows
Pensive is
The shroud of loneliness
Making void the breath
Of happiness
Pensive was
That last sigh
Before despair smothered
Optimism’s trust
Made dark the day
For those without hope
So waits those of nominal experience
That said, you have clarified pensive to the point where I can cope with it.
Ron
And conch shells pull echoes in for the night.
The last echo..ultimate breath waiting.
Lady Mary Ann
Pensive is
The shroud of loneliness
Making void the breath
Of happiness
Great expression!
Rx
budd