At Home Alone

It’s just a sheet of glass,
Seen thru and yes unseen
Entombed by it and more
At bay it holds all green

No sand to hold my steps
Just a book to steal my brain
Shelter for this day and more
Keep clean my windowpane

Some words, a sight, a song
And others like these three
Can stir the now gone stale
And spark a memory

4/15/2020
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 6
Mark Toney
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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June 24, 2022 at 9:45 AM
a memory... we are nothing without them... Lovely piece of work... just lovely... Ann
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June 30, 2022 at 8:57 PM
Ann, Thank you so much for your kind comment on my "seeing it through" poem. I need to get back to writing a bit more often it is good for the mind just like your nice comment.
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