Dream - 24 July 2023, 08:22 dead wood chairs Marion In the distance, I see you Sat upon the dead wood chair I do not like what you've become No skin no eyes no hair In the distance, I see me Standing there beside Knitting up fresh bits of you Your deadness thus to hide MΒ ~ Like 8 Pin it 2 Rating: Total votes: 7 Views: 1807 9 comments
βππΌππΌπππ»πΈβπππ24 July 2023, 08:48 such a sad lovely refrain Reply
Syd25 July 2023, 15:39 Short but very sweet and very much enjoyed. Nice write MarionΒ - Syd xoΒ Reply
Being Me11 August 2023, 01:25 The loss, the memories, the yearning ... all eloquently displayed in this rather special poem. Ps. I love the knitting metaphore x Reply
Marion12 August 2023, 02:09 Ha...good...lol, and a metaphor it shall stay...hate knitting...How's the book coming? How ARE you?...send me a private one when you've the time OK xx Reply
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Thankyou x
such a sad lovely refrain
Thankyou x
Short but very sweet and very much enjoyed.
Nice write MarionΒ - Syd xoΒ
Thankyou x
The loss, the memories, the yearning ... all eloquently displayed in this rather special poem.
Ps. I love the knitting metaphore x
Ha...good...lol, and a metaphor it shall stay...hate knitting...How's the book coming? How ARE you?...send me a private one when you've the time OK xx
π«‘ Will do. You have a long message coming soon...lol xx