The rain falls hard
As on a tin roof
It drowns out all
But thoughts in one’s head
Tag: micropoetry
Ink on pages
I’m addicted
To ink
Ink on pages
I can’t get enough
Each day I need it more
And more
More ink
May Day
Crusted eyes and stuffy noses
So goes the morning’s greeting
‘Fresh’ and ‘air’ will never meet
Once past this day in May
Coffee (in a glass)
Coffee in a glass
Iced coffee in a glass
There is no sweeter substance
Than coffee in a glass
Circles
Running in circles again
Dancing polka in my mind
Wanting to know if and when
The meaning of life I will find
Grey
Grey and dreary days
Make one’s heart weary
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What hour decides a person’s fate?
Which new fork in the road?
When’s going back not possible?
Why go forward at all?
Antique store
So many treasures
From all across the wide world
Hist’ry in a room
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Thinking of beaches
Warm sand and sun
Lost in a heavenly dream
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Questions ever flow
Answers seldom come
And yet so oft we say we know the truth
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