MS (8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

Some Deadly Drops Of My Being Fell On The Floor

i am tired of
blood
or even
orange

some drops
from me
fall on the
floor

and i regret
why i
never kiss
you

i regret
why i
am a coward

why i shy away
from
what makes
me complete

some drops
of my being
fall on the
floor


dead.

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Comments (3)

You poems are often so visual, but this one has a fragrance...makes me long for lamb chops with a touch of rosemary. :) Lovely, Michael. I have rosemary growing beside my door. Now I have a poem to go with it! Thanks. Raynette
My mother's name. I'm going to send this divine piece to her. All I need to do after that is show her how to work a computer. t x
So lovely, Mr. Shepherd. I'm often awed by your sweetness (even when you work so hard to hide it) . Thanks for sharing.