Poem

The endless wait out of the pandemic I wait to tie my laceShare breaths with someoneDrive to a mart, fill a real cartLoaded with eggsAnd my girl’s laughing legsI wait to breach the front doorAnd get on the bloody roadShow my face…

The fallen leaves, this autumn, have been piled,So that she can keep right on top of them;And, if the heaps mean every leaf is filed,Then such is life, the tidiness may stem. Wild thoughts of blooming breezes and the storm,That lies…

It’s strange how even when I do nothing all day,I feel the need to unwind in some way!!Is this exhaustion or just a mental state?Because when the day goes on, it’s for night that I wait.Is it tranquility or peace of that hour?Or is silence…

Trudging the track alone,alas! Found home none.Neither the cloud, nor the wavy blue,that gave her the clue.Akin the fossil turning filth,She got lost being a meagre myth.Being unfit for the dais,was too tender to survive.Being a shoulder…