HOLIDAY VERSE
Two weeks in, I’m stunned into a void
A place you only dream that you can be
My window frames a show there for me of softly floating clouds
Moving gently from my right into left
The canvas only touched by the subtle wings of birds
A place you only dream that you can be
My window frames a show there for me of softly floating clouds
Moving gently from my right into left
The canvas only touched by the subtle wings of birds
The day’s tasks so done, orderly at first
I’ve given over now to my thoughts
Finish 'the read' is top of mind; perhaps some random verse
Lines that come easy, not heavy with ruling words
This calm vista may too just dull me into a dozy sleep
I’ve given over now to my thoughts
Finish 'the read' is top of mind; perhaps some random verse
Lines that come easy, not heavy with ruling words
This calm vista may too just dull me into a dozy sleep
From my desktop Grahame J Flynn Views in Verse
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