May 31, 2020

#PoetrySunday - 5/31/20

I’ll be your audience, rapt and adoring. Still and reverent.

#PoetrySunday - 5/31/20


I know how the sand feels when the wave breaks against her

Can you taste the salt and feel the rush? I know you can.

From one thousand miles away
I can hear you whisper.
Are those words so pretty
Not for me?
Are your stories
Of cosmic passion,
Your deep romantic sighs
And afternoons
Under emerald leaves
Not mine?

A single bloom,
Capturing memories
I haven’t lived
But know
As if they were my own.

I’ll be your audience, rapt and
Still and reverent.

The choice is not mine.
It was made for us a long time ago.