PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I saw you abroad as I retreated,

having purchased all that was needed for

a typical end of the week. What shade

of pink did you pocket from your sister?

How did you wind up clinging to the sky?

You are but a cloud of a certain shape.

I so want for you to inspire me,

but the cynic emerges in the verse

to coerce each word - while the wine I've had

settles, and makes me so very able

to greet what's oncoming and buckle down;

at peace with the thought of nothing at all.