3:10 A M
There are no distractions
at 3:10 A M
There's not even a breeze
no stirring of wind
I sit alone in silence
listening to nothing
No ! No I'm not in any
kind of suffering
Just letting my consciousness
expand beyond the borders
Beyond the mountains
and the sea's waters
Not even the space
surrounding the stars
There are no limits
as to just how far
My universe is my
man made cosmos
A thought turning to whim
Seen through like ghost
I sit alone in silence
but I'm not really lonely
I have all of my friends :
Mayonnaise , mustard and
lots of baloney
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Author:
swingline (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 3rd, 2017 00:53
- Comment from author about the poem: Baloney not balogna !
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Comments6
Another little beauty and love the last stanza.
Yes sometimes poets can get a little full of themselves and so much is nothing more than a load of baloney . Thank you as always Michael .
I like the playfulness at the end! HAHA good one!
Thank you for reading Virago .
Great write, sitting in the dark and silence can be so rewarding in your Spirit.
Thank you Goldfinch60 for reading .
Enjoyed your cute poem, swingline!
Thank you Louis for dropping by .
Oh, a fried balonney sandwich, heaven. Some times we need to be alone. Kudos.
Bologna is meat
Baloney is bullet
Ha ha thank you Agustus !
I have dyslexia. Funny I just had an idea that I would save all my misspellings for a week and creat a poem.
Good idea .
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