in the season of my sorrow #poem

in the season of my sorrow
barren branches cry like birds
scrolls verse desperately something
who cares about verses anyway?
the hands of an old city clock just stopped
violet hills are raped by bullets
children are not told bedtime stories
hungry eyes aimed at my dress

you’re right, my love
I’m not the one
I’ve always been
for in the season of my sorrow
something’s old
and something’s borrowed

@short-prose-fiction

 

55 thoughts on “in the season of my sorrow #poem

      1. Well.. my cat scratched me. I don’t know what is going on with her this morning 🙂

         
      2. Is it serious? I have 2 cats, they hang around all day and only meow the kitchen door when they need food. lol. The meow they make, that is too cute.

         
      3. Can you send me pictures of your cats?

        It’s not serious, I am fine. I just do not understand why she did it. Now, she is purring at my feet 🙂

         
    1. Good morning, Drew.
      Thank you for your comment.
      My morning is going well. (fighting a bowl of cereals 🙂 )
      I hope yours does too!

       
    1. Take care, Drew!
      I am sorry to hear about the weather. I hope everything else goes well for you today!

       

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