Michael Edwards

WORDS UNSAID

 

 

 

WORDS UNSAID

 

As  sounds of street pervade the air

in all degrees of dissonance

with nothing to excite the mind

he lay upon a bed of straw

where dirt and dust of city life

steeled in through open windows.

 

Submitting to his slumbers call

he lay alone consigned to dream

of words unsaid by strangers.

 

 

 

 

Comments6

  • Goldfinch60

    I can see him dreaming. Nobody need be alone.

  • orchidee

    A fine write and pic Michael. He won't be alone. Mr (Outward) Manny Festation will visit him.

    • Michael Edwards

      Anything to do with Jess Tation - ?

    • dusk arising

      Blimey, story of my life there!

      • Michael Edwards

        How lucky to have a bed - now some of us..........! :)

      • BRIAN & ANGELA

        Thanks UNCLE MIKE ~ All the lonely people ~ where do they all come from ? Love the POEM ~ Love the FISH ! Thanks for your comment on FLAMINGOS ~ Yours as always BRIAN

      • Christina8

        A sad poem but a great one! Love the fish!

      • ron parrish aka wordman

        sad write my friend



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