This is my fate on many week-end mornings…
.
Disturbance
.
Planning to sleep late –
I’m woken by a restless poem,
rummaging in my brain,
slamming doors, shifting through drawers,
searching for her voice.
.
.
Everyday poems
A site to share poetry
This is my fate on many week-end mornings…
.
Disturbance
.
Planning to sleep late –
I’m woken by a restless poem,
rummaging in my brain,
slamming doors, shifting through drawers,
searching for her voice.
.
.
But WHO’s voice????
Her voice!
but who is she!?!
her!