the rocker rocking all on its own
I’m tired of guessing or surmising
what is certain to happen next
as far as I’m concerned
the jumbled mess can remain as is
whether scattered on the countertop
or strewn across the bamboo floor
truth be told I’ll never know
who if anyone
ended up gathering all the pieces
my tired eyes shut tight
the rocker rocking all on its own
october two thousand twenty
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Stunning
Thank you very much
My absolute pleasure my friend.
Stunning!!
Thank you, Devika, I’m thrilled you think so!
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I agree… who knows what happens when the eyes are finally shut! Beautiful poem!
Thanks so much for your support!
Always wonderful to read your work!
intriguing poem, sir!
thank you, i think it kind of rocks…
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