A Poesy of Rhythmic Swirls
There are some people I’ve not met
Yet think of them without regret
as they have left a mark on me
with distant words they let go free
to thrash about the atmosphere
come close enough for me to hear
the tone of hope the angst of fear
the silence of a long-dried tear
a wind that tickles funny bones
catastrophes with ice cream cones
of kith and kin of now and then
of dancing on life’s ice so thin
we meet in passing every day
as unseen breezes they can’t stay
yet touch the edges of our worlds
with a poesy of rhythmic swirls
John G. Lawless
©7/28/2022
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2022
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