Poem -
empty cavaties
I wonder sometimes if the wind
will ever stop with its eternal
chittering, its useless chatter...
fidgeting and clawing, craving
entry into all the empty cavaties
Begging and pleading with the
chimes to tell its story,
Which they do of course, every
time, with ferocious ringing clarity
Tormented tales that terrify the
night and I, with endings that
never ever change
For it always dies...the wind...
in the end, in every ending it ever lives...
it always dies
M P 22/8/21
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Comments
Excellent! Brilliantly written in your unique voice x
Thanks love Xxx
Since it costs nowt to wonder,
I would not discourage you or anyone
from participating in such a potentially enlightening activity ..
and get this, since no one
was ever harmed during the course of merely wondering ..
and ... every now and then,
something as good comes of it .. like these fine words for example
that you have laid before us here ..
to consider and wonder upon, I am tempted to come and join you in your wondering ...
Seriously enjoyed Marion & no kiddin ... N :)
Hi Neville...I'm trying to catch up on here, it's a bad habit but I let emails pile up!! Thankyou sincerely for your words of wisdom and for taking the time x
You are most welcome Marion .. I find everything is on catch up recently .. we must all slow down, or at least move in the same direction .. N :) x