What is poetry to you? For me, it’s lyrics of a song. I always speak my poems out loud and listen for the music behind the words. If there is no music, then there are usually no words. When I met the love of my life I said her soul sang to mine. I don’t know if that makes sense or means anything to anyone else. How does a soul sing to another soul? Do you think it’s possible?
Anyway, here’s another poem. Let me know if you like it by a “like” or a comment. Thank you.
Do you think of me?
As often, as I think of you?
Do you wake with the edge of a dream?
Still visually stimulating your awakening?
When you saw my face across a room?
Sleepily with eyes set on something that wasn’t my face?
When you finally really looked and saw me?
Sleepily beside you in nothing but… and a smile?
Were you really seeing me there beside you?
Or were you staring blankly at the air?
Looking at something that was never really there?
The fogged-up window
Looking every and anywhere
Where you are, is not there
You realize – I realize
You maybe were never there
You might never be there
I hope you all have a good day of seeking and searching. Enjoy your day.
Goodnight Gracie! 🙂 ❤