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 say i’m not the one

i’ve always been

i cannot see new moons

which bathe my skin in gold and coriander

you’re right, my love

for in the season of my sorrow

something’s old

and something’s borrowed

 

@short-prose-fiction

 

54 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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