Commenting On the Weather
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Commenting on the Weather
My coffee is hot,
the cream was cold,
the outcome... just right.
The screen,
the window out and into the world...
awaits my thoughts and dreams,
to take me places I have never seen.
In my passing I am gifted,
to be allowed to read the poems of others.
I humbly leave remarks to cheer them on.
But it is I,
who am cheered and given hope,
not just for my self,
but for all that I know,
or will come to know.
While the categories,
call to some parts of me...,
pieces of my personality,
I try to write well.
Then in turn I find a sweet time,
that I can cherish those artists,
lost and found...
children of both war and peace.
Their hearts not on their sleeves,
but on white living paper.
It moves...
from person to person,
creating waves of
emotions,
to swing back...
for and against the tide.
All gathered together... to speak.
Free to say things,
whispered and loud.
Thankful,
ever for the privilege
and freedom,
bought and paid for
by others...
in a rain, (reign)
of blood.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2020
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