menopause (Remove filter)
Days That Have No Anchor
Though we have explored
all there is to travel
I still turn to you in awe
Those wondrous eyes
still cause my blood to race
On cruel and foggy days
all jagged nerves
and withered spirit
you lose your gravity
drifting again
on days that have no anchor
And if I must, I’ll do it tenderly
hold you through the waves
of heaving sobs
clutch your trembling hand
and we’ll fathom
the house ...
Wednesday 13th December 2023 5:37 pm
Recent Comments
Marla Joy on Lions Land.
4 hours ago
Greg Freeman on Dominoes
4 hours ago
M.C. Newberry on Combe Gibbet
5 hours ago
Ian Whiteley on Citizens
5 hours ago
M.C. Newberry on Sashaying to Byzantium
5 hours ago
M.C. Newberry on IT AIN'T ME, BABE
5 hours ago
Auracle on Festive FM
7 hours ago
Tim Higbee on Grandfather
8 hours ago
TobaniNataiella on She Says Goodbye
9 hours ago
R A Porter on Sashaying to Byzantium
11 hours ago