Poem -
The Outer Edges
Life
Insists on calling me
From the outer edges of the
universe
From the outer edges of the
garden
From the outer edges of the
kitchen
It whistles to me
With steamy breath
A geriatric kettle
Singing
Lullabyes
At death
It presents me
With
Baked beans on toast
Insists
Insists
Insists
On being
The perfect host
To my misery
M P 28/4/21
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Comments
Hi Marion. A unique piece. Such an amazing writer. Big hugs Pxxx
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Because I spend my life, now, lurking in these outer edges, I really felt this poem. It "reached" me. I get it. Fabulous deep writing. Hugs x
Aw Tina...do you? Are you ok? It's lovely to see you back on here, we have missed you!! Thankyou lovely lady XX