In The Quiet Poem by Barry Middleton
In The Quiet
the day's listening is done
only my thoughts are heard
the random musings of poetry
are fragments of yesterday
there is no tomorrow yet
but only moments of reflection
I remember the sounds
wind in the forest of my youth
storms and sibilance of rain
water rushing with the torrent
I remember the crackle of fire
to warm a winter night
sleep rises like a whispered fog
where softest dreams awake
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5/5/2024 4:59:00 PM # 1.0.0.1119
there is no tomorrow yet but only moments of reflection - I loved these lines. Nice poem to read, thank you!
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