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.


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.