Poem -
Summer Splashes
There is nothing happy to write
I regret thatÂ
Of course, I see the children
Out there at play
Hot sun beams bouncing off
blond mops
Turning the dark heads
copper
And oh, such a rich rich red..
Life and innocence in all its
colour, screeching in the
summer street
I see the flowers weary and
parched, yet...
Managing, bravely, as they wilt
in the heat
I feel the god given breath
In out and in out
And I try to be grateful and
smile
Then I catch my reflection
Full of deadness and doubt
Feel... that... question arise
What's this life all about
M P 16/7/21
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“Hot sun beams bouncing off
blond mops
Turning the dark heads
copper”
What a visual , beautiful description as it highly resonated , maybe … just maybeÂ
Some of us are sponges of pain to absorb so the copper heads don’t have to . BEAUTIFUL and relatable write Marion.Â
Aw thanks Rob...fab to see you back.on here X
hugs!
Hi Marion those lines are exquisite as Robert mentioned. Beautiful somber write. Big hugs. Keep well. Pxđź’śđź’śđź’ś
Thanks P...appreciated x
Sometimes happy, sunshine days can actually make the broken hearted feel worse. They shouldn't do but they do. Hugs for you Marion x
Hi MP, if only there were answers….
JP
Awwwww(((❤️🌹❤️)))