There was a smooth time
when we would
sit
for hours –
silent, loving
touching hands.
Now we stand
our words are
rough,
our hands gesture.
This is no touching,
There is no love.
image: Pexels @ pixabay
The first po.em I’ve written in a long time. So, I am rusty . . . (and my muse . . .?)
For mlmm’s Saturday Mix: opposing forces (sit/stand; rough/smooth)
September 2, 2021 at 6:30 am
The flow is brilliant Lorraine :) :)
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September 2, 2021 at 12:44 pm
Thanks! I haven’t been po.etic much of late, so I felt rusty.
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August 31, 2021 at 4:06 pm
No rust at all – just full of emotions that were or are…
Lovely.
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September 1, 2021 at 7:57 am
Thanks, Jules. I really haven’t be thinking or writing po.etry in ages!
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September 2, 2021 at 9:26 am
You don’t have to post – just write!! :D
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September 2, 2021 at 12:46 pm
Good advice! Thanks.
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August 30, 2021 at 2:57 am
Nicely penned
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August 30, 2021 at 4:49 pm
Thanks. I really haven’t been very po.etic in a while. Thought I should see what would happen if I thought about po.etics.
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