The trees blew gently
behind tercotta roofs
tickling grey sky
but the sky didn't
giggle out loud , o no no
Just the wind passing
She wondered about
the street lights , each one looked like
a lamp upon desk
where silent poets
wrote in dark rooms under a
sky of shiny stars
there pens now magpies
as there wings spread high in sky
gracing moments with
beauty unknown to
humans eye , yet in silence
glimpses flicker by
a curse or a gift
She often questions the why's
and reasons of such!!
Maybe her questions
need not be answered , maybe
letting go is best
As the night darkens
and street lights light up the streets
She begins to write
a voice in her head
tells her no more no more , yet
she never listens
She too is a poet
in a dark room under a
sky of shiny stars
But she wants to be
like her friends where a street light
is just a street light
Playing with words x
And thank you lots for reading my poetry x life's been hectic lately soz if I don't get to read many , will try to catch up when I can :) xxxxx