Rain soaked daydreams,
With a church spire
Rising from the fog
Like a crooked tooth,
But does it bring me wisdom?
The ocean beyond is veiled
With spiraling words
Raindrops lashing behind the pane
While the cat gazes outwards...
Wondering, pondering -
I feel the same.
Cooped up like a hen in a box
Laying literary eggs
With no golden yolk.
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Author:
SerenWise (
Offline) - Published: March 8th, 2019 13:17
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments1
Have ya ever met a rich poet yet.. nah and dont hold your breath.... there are a lot of us hungry ones around tho... nice one friend.... N
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