the wind in the chimney
my feet in my slippers
all that there is
darkness settling
round the shoulders of night
all that there is
the last but one song I heard
the taste of peppermint tea
all that there is
my hands
my chair
the ticking clock
my heart
7 comments:
I love the way this resonates in the soul - thank you
thanks DD
I love this one even more.
I feel this way sometimes, and then something happens to remind me that there really is so much more, too...
oh, interesting M, I see this as a kind of heightened awareness of the moment - a kind of bliss. All I need is here now...
lovely, and you know what: I don't think you even need the repeating 'all that there is' lines. Begin or end with it? (oh - oh, shut up, me!)
Signs - no, you may be right - it was very first draft... Never shut up, I really value your poetry feedback. Truly.
Post a Comment