Wandering through the wind ,
we return from a smirking drag
of stuff.
Some of which now lays clustered at
my feet ,
Which now provides no weight,
Apart from the concern ,
and crack of joy ,
of a mere moment .
Yet here ,
I see valleys of luxuries ;
A colourful timbre ,
A cascade of high spirits,
With no toll of a silver coin,
From the window of my car
And I wonder what I am doing ,
And what blanket I
Bury myself into ?
I need to wrap this moment up ,
and store it in a shoe box
of my mind.
YOU ARE READING
Shoe box
PoetryCrack of joy A mere moment a poem about a few thoughts I had 🥀 Please don't let my dodgy drawing put you off 😂 Please give it a read will only take a minute ... Please could you also give me a vote to help me out if you remotely lik...
