The observer

entry picture

She usually sat alone, Sitting away from the crowds. 

She watched how the dribbles dropped down from the mouth of the one who spoke too often. 

The weakest one. 

life

◄ The whole of me

Show me the way to go home ►

Comments

Profile image

Emer Ni Chorra

Mon 30th Mar 2020 14:35

Thanks Po. I'll do my best. 🤓

Profile image

poemagraphic

Mon 30th Mar 2020 07:42

Keep keeping a look out.

I love observational poetry, this one is very good Emer
Po

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message