Is it just me in observation
that more and more poems
are lengthening coinciding
with more reading of longer
poetry in these recent days?
......
Through the eyes of a stranger,
I walk the crowded streets,
My thoughts hidden behind
A façade of indifference.
Always writing under breath
Each step the rhythm of a song
I listen for the murmurs,
The stories left half-told,
And with borrowed breath,
......
Through the eyes of a stranger,
I walk the crowded streets,
My thoughts hidden behind
A façade of indifference.
Always writing under breath
Each step the rhythm of a song
I listen for the murmurs,
The stories left half-told,
And with borrowed breath,
......
Is it just me in observation
that more and more poems
are lengthening coinciding
with more reading of longer
poetry in these recent days?
......