Manners
No one told me I was dead.
Rudely left me out of
their conversations.
When did I begin to guess?
When the coffin’s black lid
chewed up the last bit of light.
*******************************
Bonnets
nodding,
almost nuns
in their plastic
accordion
rain bonnets.
Old ladies.
*****************
Moon
Now is night a gauzy curtain
blown by the breath of the moon.
Moon wears diamonds in her hair,
the sky preens and primps.
Secret destination...left unsaid...
gently calls out your name.
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
Manners
No one told me I was dead.
Rudely left me out of
their conversations.
When did I begin to guess?
When the coffin’s black lid
chewed up the last bit of light.
*******************************
Bonnets
nodding,
almost nuns
in their plastic
accordion
rain bonnets.
Old ladies.
*****************
Moon
Now is night a gauzy curtain
blown by the breath of the moon.
Moon wears diamonds in her hair,
the sky preens and primps.
Secret destination...left unsaid...
gently calls out your name.
Just some little poems I found in folder...
