So much empty space, where
Hours hung like raindrops,
Poised to water life's tilth,
But turned to mist instead,
Leaving those wastrel days
As fallow testimonials to
What should have been.
So many blank walls where
We painted promises in words,
Yet never placed a stroke,
And we wondered why our
Friends and others we loved
Looked askance, unsure if
We saw we were unfinished.
14th April 2015
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Fragments And Reflections
PoetryPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...
