The smallness...
I sit in the smallness
Surrounded by big...
And stretch to the edges
So brittle and thin...
The radio rushes
With words from the air...
That help fill the stillness
But there's nobody there...
The trees through the window
Wave a goodbye...
As breezes in branches
quiver a cry...
Joy Weare,
12th October, 2010.
Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades
Vote for this poem
Please Comment On This Poem
|
|
|
|
|
poet7925 |
|
|
|