LONELY
a rondelet
Through open doors
he saw the wet and windy day.
Through open doors.
He heard laughter upon the moors -
smiling puddles begged kids to play.
The empty evening stretched away,
through open doors.
Maureen Clifford © 11/10
LONELY - a rondelet
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Re: LONELY - a rondelet
I like that Maureen. I think that you have dealt with the subject of lonliness before, this one is very very good.
Neville.
Neville.
Neville
" Prose is description, poetry is presence " Les Murray.
" Prose is description, poetry is presence " Les Murray.