I text-messaged him
come collect me
He did not come
I let the rain collect me
Into sluices
bone dissolved
flesh flushed
Such a joy
to listen my self gone
gone
running through thumb
smoothing into underground
each bone has its own lullaby
orchestra of the hour
He did not come
I am gone
(2019.5.29)
A well crafted dramatic monologue, dear Ma'am Joan........10++++++++++++
very appreciated your comments. I add you to my friend's list dear Bernard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love your soulful poems