Late to the thread as usual...spent all day in bed with sickness and a migraine and just remembered to vote twenty minutes before the polling station closed.
This has been posted before but I am feeling indulgent:
Love
Until I found you
I write verse, drew pictures
and went out with friends
for walks.
Now that I love you,
curled like an old mongrel
my life lies, content
in you...
Kamala Das
Like MG's poem and Hes' selection, 'curled like an old mongrel' can identify with that.
Hope your feeling better now Hes, looks like you have a 'warm glow' in your life, pleased for you
Regardless of my own dark feelings
Self pity must be cast aside
A smile raised for another's happiness
Hello Merry. That is a lovely post, thank you.
I do indeed have a warm glow but it aint always easy is it? I am learning to detest mobile phones and the lack of warmth when holding a bit of plastic to my ear and struggling to get a signal! I do hope you are find some cosiness to curl into. Sounds like you need a bit of comfort. Sending you the wish for sunny times ahead.
Seems like the forum has a time limit on composing poetry...I was logged out when writing on the hoof just now.
No sense
there is no sense
without you here
without your taste
just bitter fear
without your touch
my body dulled
without your smell
the bed is cold
without your voice
the silence grows
without your look
my heartbeat slows
with you I see
and all is clear
there is no sense
without you here