Georgia Rave
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break. ~ William Shakespeare In Memoriam Another cold wet wintery night The drippy icy patter of falling rain Prompts me to listen for Poe's Raven Tap tapping on the window pane I sit alone in the dim lamplight And sip from my cup Listening to the muted distant drips Pondering an old song from my childhood Stuck at the part where the record always skips What comes next? What did we miss? I'm biting my thumbnail Remembering a kiss The smell of old books (they make me sneeze) Thoughts of my garden (before it went to weeds) And I remember a kiss Like raveling threads of a sweater One memory pulls along the next Each woven together Good ones, and bad ones Sunshiney days at play Dark foreboding evenings of dread Morning after morning Dragging myself out of bed I bite my nail And remember a kiss What comes next? What did we miss?
Copyright 2005 by Lorraine Dolores Ledger. All Rights Reserved.
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