It Seems---

---we get to speak less and less to each other; or is it 
just me with too much time on my hands. My day's plan 
of picking berries, I knew would get rained out; so wait 
for tomorrow. Then the next day back to work; making 
me wonder which is the nightmare and which the 
                                    dream?           
                 (This could simply be a poem)

                                MAGICALLY

it seems
we get 
to speak 
less and 
less to each 
other

or is it 
just me 
with too 
much time 
on my hands
my day's plan 

of picking berries
i knew would 
get rained out
so wait for 
tomorrow
then 

the next day 
back to work
making me 
wonder 
which 
is 

the 
nightmare 
and which 
the dream
this could 
simply be 

a poem
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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August 9, 2019 at 1:33 AM
Leaving any madness aside, you are finding extraordinary poetry ... Congrats salute alkas
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August 10, 2019 at 11:15 PM
Alkas, isn't everything poetry?
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August 7, 2019 at 9:39 PM
Gather ye rosebuds while you may. Every day is precious no matter what the activity. Have a great day my friend.
Connelly Avatar
August 10, 2019 at 11:15 PM
Thank you David, and what you say us so very very true.
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