Poetry Soup Ponderings
Popped in again here at the Soup
I'd spent too long out of the loop
I skimmed the blogs to find the scoop
of what's been dished among this troupe
Checked in to see a friend or two
Read lovely rhymes, on list of "new"
My own muse, dead! not much to do
In need of welcome of the crew
When words won't come, and heart is weak
and days are colored grey and bleak
when silence triumphs need to speak
You long for just a little peek
To read a poem, colored fair
and see the souls who dare to bare
their joys and sorrows without care
I long to tell them, "I'll be there."
I long to write and share my soul
this urge, at times above control
to be immersed and not to scroll
though lines of yours than can console
And so I stop my work to write
My uncle passed away last night
this sadness suffocates the light
Yet, life goes on with speed and might
A word, a thought, a single line
that all is well, a little sign
Poetic rest at friendship's shrine
I'll carry on; all will be fine.
Eileen Manassian
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