Is it the right time to write about the
Bird clashing against the window pane
Wanting to breathe in the warmth like fire,
Can I be the water the waves to your
forest fire, your so burning flame
I for I am not telling but asking silently,
A woman migrating she a bird from old
place to new someone now calls old
her house,
in a home that someone once called
home, yet alone. Her children far off
gone
We lost ourselves finding ourselves
We find ourselves through losting
ourselves,
Is it the right time to write about how the
that gray cat Stopped in its
tracks to look upon me like
alien, and i waited for that cat to
stopped looking at me too are we having
one of those childhood staring Contest,
to see which one pulls back from the
Whirlpool they'd suck themselves into,
Is it the write time to write about the
time and how we try to make something
out of nothing.
-ashespoetry
A/N got inspired by my neighbor moving, and a cat that tried to have a stare- ing Contest with me lol.
