MISTY
Like a morning mist
I watch you ebbing away
I thought I had gotten hold of you
Perhaps I’d forgotten
That you are
Like water held in between the concave of my palms
You cannot be grasped
And like the fleeting caresses of the breeze
You cannot really stand still
Thursday 16th July 2020 10:42 pm
Recent Comments
Yanma Hidayah on Not Every Eye
26 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Elementary
1 hour ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on The Five Essential Pillars Of Life
1 hour ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Weekly WalkaboutsVerse, E.G., Poem 40 of 230: EFFICIENCY
1 hour ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Not Every Eye
1 hour ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Seismic Activity
1 hour ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Stats (To be continued)
1 hour ago
John Coopey on I SHAN’T ALWAYS BE LOVELY
10 hours ago
Yanma Hidayah on Not Every Eye
11 hours ago
Holden Moncrieff on Not Every Eye
13 hours ago