Words

Morning tea is dark Like the night behind our house Where the sun lost its way And the air did not stop to greet our trees. We gaze at our place where we sat last night we know we'll leave everything behind us And won't collect the scattered words between the chairs. Night was long The candle is dusty and cold like our fingers Why do we wait for tomorrow If only to throw our words like pieces of papers on the table and leave?

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Krish Radhakrishna

Date: 8/23/2020 3:58:00 AM

Morning tea is dark, like the night behind our house! Brilliant! Yes. I have genuinely enjoyed your poetry! You write with a purity that most don’t have!!

Muhammad Imtiaz

Date: 2/25/2018 4:50:00 AM

i also love your wordage .especially this line "Where the sun lost its way And the air did not stop to greet our trees." but i could not understand last stanza, if you can explain please

Khalid Albudoor
Date: 2/25/2018 10:35:00 AM

Thank you:)) In the last two lines is the answer. Why do we wait for tomorrow if we only use few words, while we sit to talk and then just leave?

J Hamilton Gist

Date: 9/16/2017 6:22:00 PM

I love your wordage here! No pun intended.

Khalid Albudoor
Date: 9/16/2017 11:44:00 PM

Thank you:)

Debbie Duncan

Date: 9/9/2017 11:25:00 PM

Very nice :)

Khalid Albudoor
Date: 9/16/2017 11:44:00 PM

Thanks Debbie::)

Line Gauthier

Date: 9/2/2017 8:20:00 PM

Love your style. Easy to slip into your skin.

Khalid Albudoor
Date: 9/8/2017 4:26:00 AM

Thank you Line:)) K.

Dave Timperley

Date: 9/2/2017 6:29:00 AM

I spend much time on our veranda, day and night, it is reflected in a lot of my poetry. It a place where dreams are made and sometimes realised. Lovely write Khalid. God Bless. D.

Khalid Albudoor
Date: 9/8/2017 4:27:00 AM

God bless you too Dave:)) K.