DocAndersen
Staring, perhaps blankly
not having a point to focus on.
The quiet sound of water
lapping at the shore
of memory.
I touch my eye
to the glass
to see clearly what is not there.
I find myself lost within the moment
yet knowing where I am found again.
The tin ear banging like
a roof with
baseball sized hail
and the smoke
twiling away from me.
In the cup again
in the water
the in the sound.
I am less aware and even more confused.
The sound of coffee
the sound of water
and the knowledge that I was never here.
Extraordinary! I was carried away in your stream!
Thank you so much, that means the world to me!
You’re welcome
Wow you are very talented, I had no idea you could write like this!
Thanks, I started out long ago as a poet. I drifted away from Poetry to make money.
Beautiful
Thanks so much