Poem -
The Measure of a Single Year
The making
of a single year
these days,
means nothing ..
No matter
how measured
or filled ..
Nor whether
by heartbeats,
by breaths,
or by tears
or individual
fallen leaves ..
The length
of a single year
these days
means nothing ..
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Comments
Hi Neville,Β
This resonates with me,Β contemplating, tears, breath and falling leaves...simple things that are happing everywhere, are not something we measure as a rule
really made me think
Lorna x
thank you so much Lorna .. then my little scribble has not been in vain :) x
Neville,
your poem calls me to action,Β to soon grab a glass, a bottle, 2 fingers of scotch and place to sit or stand alone or with a good friend in silence or in conversation