In this world that is pressed
for deadlines,
I seem to march
at my very own pace.
Sit back in comfort
my favorite café
providing a perfect setting
for creating a world
out of random words.
softly
gently
murmured voices
speak in a way
only a poet
will understand.
I will write my muse,
sharing myself with those
who care to listen.
as my hot coffee
cools down,
my thoughts turn
to the one I love.
She has never known
how enough she is,
for proper words
have always failed me.
And so I write
my words for her.
For when my time has come,
let it be said
'he finally told her,
better late than never'
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 8:12 PM UTC
In this world that is pressed
for deadlines,
I seem to march
at my very own pace.
Sit back in comfort
my favorite café
providing a perfect setting
for creating a world
out of random words.
softly
gently
murmured voices
speak in a way
only a poet
will understand.
I will write my muse,
sharing myself with those
who care to listen.
as my hot coffee
cools down,
my thoughts turn
to the one I love.
She has never known
how enough she is,
for proper words
have always failed me.
And so I write
my words for her.
For when my time has come,
let it be said
'he finally told her,
better late than never'
Day 20, dear reader, brings us a prompt of 'better late than never'. Once again, I wrote 3 poems on this prompt. One of them is a light-hearted view of my day at work, the 2nd is one that needs a lot of work, and the 3rd is the one I am sharing with you. Although it may not fit the spirit of the prompt, it really is better late than never. Please enjoy.
Rod E. Kok
October 20, 2014
