My satchel is often patched.
Life’s sands oozing about, shoving
in granular fashion, to be last.
Smeared days on my shoulders.
Weightlessly holding arms,
Eager to hold another’s.
Whose satchel is often patched, too!
SMEARED DAYS ON MY SHOULDERS
My satchel is often patched.
Life’s sands oozing about, shoving
in granular fashion, to be last.
Smeared days on my shoulders.
Weightlessly holding arms,
Eager to hold another’s.
Whose satchel is often patched, too!
Phil Cashdollar, 7 months ago
say it….
coffeetea, 7 months ago
very touching poetry, can see that in mind heart, a bit sad…
Paul Alleyne, 7 months ago
Very emotive piece, Elf. Very real for most of us.
jamiewinter, 7 months ago
you can write well Elf. very moving piece
Kathleen Struckle, 7 months ago
Very touching Elf!!
Lori Smaltz, 7 months ago
Smooth and lyrical as a song!
caroline caux-..., 6 months ago
searching, longing,sharing!!!!!
C.C. Arshagra, 5 months ago
To shoulder still alone is never lonely, Love on fellow patched one!
debrakcarey, 4 months ago
It is obvious you are in touch with your inner self….intriguing emotions here.