Time like a river
ebb and flow
they said it won’t
rain but it does
seem likely
the distinction
of morning
becoming more
and more opaque
and drowsy warm
bedding regaining
its succor
half-asleep
I turn my thoughts
to you always
always a comfort
a bauble
for my den
“a bauble for my den”. going to mull on that all day. thanks for another potent poem.
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Thank you, Shellie!
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you are most welcome. i enjoy your poems very much. π
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This is a very important poem! reminds me of. TS Elliot’s four Quartets. Thank you for sharing.
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Very high praise, probably unwarranted, but thank you! π
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Beautiful poem.
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Thank you, Jeff!
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