Monday, September 22, 2014

A very short poem...

What wish a dream.
What fear seen.
Alone by day.
Visited by night.
Pain relived amended.
Life seen pretended.

5 comments:

Jess said...

People pay for that caliber of poetry. Finding them is the hard part. If you do, I have a few to peddle.

Jean said...

Thanks, Jess.
If I find a market, I'll holler atcha.

Doom said...

Been there done that. I love it when a poem doesn't just fit, but works, and I know how. Good show.

the walking man said...

I just wish it all wasn't so wearying.

Jean said...

Doom, a poem as a working puzzle. I like that.

Mark, reviewing life can indeed be draining.