Thursday, April 18, 2024

A painted picture

Sits by the door

Waiting quietly

For a new home

Memories captured

A lonely tune

Where minds do wander

Seeking a use

Could it be something that she needs

Could it be something that she wants

Could it be something unknown

That fuels her dialogue

Could it be distant loneliness

Could it be internal desire

Racing through darkened woods

Feeding leaping fires

Poetry of a Lifetime