Poem -

DUNCE

the pages of my life book lay
empty before me. There is a
pen on the dresser, I wonder if
an angel has mislaid it,
dropped it by mistake or if it is
a prompt, an angelic hint
....one I should take.
It used to be easy to pick up
the pen, write words full of
passion, with zeal. These
days, my arm feels too heavy
as numb as my soul, my
fingers so twisted that they
no longer feel. So I have not
done my homework or learned
any lessons and I fear I'm in
trouble with god

M P   26/3/21

Like 4 Pin it 3
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.

Comments

author
Being Me

What imagery this has! Imagery along with emotion . . .  And that, in my book, is true poetry. Hugs ⚘x

Reply
author
Marion

Ah ...bless you for kindness Tina. Written straight from my heart and bed!! Just the kind of thing everybody wants to read with a morning coffee...lol...sorry. I was aiming at the upside down people in Oz...lol...thanks love ❤️ 

Reply
author
Gwendoline

Wow Marion, just spilling emotion, so much sadness, I had to pin this📌 you wear your heart on your sleeve, and it reflects in your poetry beautifully 💛

Reply
author
Marion

Hiya Gwen, you know, strangely
( being a previously social person) I have isolated myself from everyone. Allow nobody to visit except his dad. Talk to nobody except my daughter (she lives away) ...writing helps. I write out whatever is floating around up there hoping to make sense but there is none to be had is there. I only started this journey?? 4 months ago and god forgot to give a boat..or car or train ticket or even a bike. I've got legs but they're tired. Does writing help you? I hope so...your words are always so beautiful love. I'm going to put skull bones on mine 😬😬💞

Reply
author
Gwendoline

I hope you don’t mind but I sent you a PM 💛 

Reply
author
Jill Tait

Hahaha well u will be in double trouble if u ever stop writing me your sheer brilliance ❤️🤣❤️💕⭐️

Reply
author
Marion

Fuck me...here I am spilling my soul from the depths of the duvet and you go and put a smile on my face...lol oh lol. Only Mrs Tait...😀😄😆😆

Reply
author
Jill Tait

Lmao@thatun 🤣🤣🤣❤️❤️❤️💕💕💕⭐️⭐️⭐️🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍🦆🐰🐭🌼💙

Reply
author
Jim "The Lad" ....

I call it wrestling with the Lord, and I believe if we don't at some point in life then we may lack some passion, I think He loves us all and is always hoping we will approach Him one way or another! I believe He loves a passionate person and courage, and you have those qualities plus you can write a hell of poem in numbers!.......................................Jim

Reply
author
Marion

Bless you Jim...I'm touched by your words...hugs 💕

Reply
Poem -

the leaved tea

Had I found time
To have read the leaved tea
Years ago Years

would you still be with...

Poem -

weren't you?

I think now
I might have kept a thing
Your green eye in a glass case

a hand or a foot...

Poem -

rise

and when it rose, it rose alone
night moved in
became my home

and not a star it...

Latest poems in Freestyle

Poem -

A raven’s key

A raven’s key

Another week gone and again
dust by noise clinging, dulling the senses…

Even here, in the...

Poem -

AFFORDABILITY PROBLEM?

AFFORDABILITY PROBLEM?

My Condolences to everyone affected...

​​​​Didn't any of your Viewers see you needed assistance?...

Poem -

WHAT'S UP GAZA?

WHAT'S UP GAZA?

People are asking a lot of questions?

Sounds important the World sees it...

No one would...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com