Poem # 4
A Pantoum of Sorts
The sheer curtain lazily lifts and swells with lilac breezes,
reaching, calling, reminding.
So I rest and enjoy the calling,
the room and the overstuffed comfy chair.
As the breeze wafts my way, I breathe
and let it take me.
I breathe and let it take me
until I become one with it.
Until I become one with it,
I wait and close my eyes.
I wait and close my eyes
as the breeze wafts my way.
The sheer curtain lazily lifts and swells with lilac breezes,
as my breath lifts and swells in time.
As my breath lifts and swells in time,
I rest and enjoy the calling.
I rest and enjoy the calling,
in the room with the overstuffed comfy chair;
In the room with the overstuffed comfy chair;
In the room with the overstuffed comfy chair.
In the room…
overstuffed comfy chair…
my breath…
falls…
I rest…
and enjoy!
Beautiful!!!
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