Poem -
colour me waxy
silhouettes
weave unimportance
into the fray of a day
colour me waxy off white
with no edge
I am ever so here
being ever so deadÂ
to it all
who blurred the flowersÂ
that ride on the fence
they're staining the sky with
a real pretence
at it all
colour me waxy
off white with no edge
I am ever so here feeling
ever such dread
for it all
M ~
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I think you are feeling sad, Marion.
You wrote a very sad poem. And if you are, i donât know the reason, still, would like to be able to give you a hug.Â
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I felt it my lovely. Thankyou for your kindness X
I get the very strong feeling that you feel invisible and that you don't care incredibly sad and powerful, the imagery tells me that there is a translucent feeling and it's ok. Very very powerful dearest Marion, I can only say the way you write makes a huge impact on your reader and I can feel all the emotions. đš
Wow...go you...so perceptive Shirley. Thankyou for your very kind comment lovely lady...hugs x