you work away your shift
i sit and punch a screen
quietly flirt charm with ease
your beauty keeps my fears at bay
yesterday's danger
its laughter with manic like insights
kept me free from the Nag
which picks and prods at inner peace
another illusion spent
one more woman
i never got to know
last day on earth
for what are you going to pray?
i blew my flowers money hopes
attachments still they hold fast
a dream in a coffee cup
peaches that beckon
giving form with
reason to believe
when dying
to new
life
JG Bonhomme
Sydney, Australia
2020.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Jason B. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.
thank you Jazib, I'll have a read of your mystery...