The Passing Of Hours Poem by Lora Colon
The Passing Of Hours
At daybreak I awoke alone
With a sadness I could not quell,
Without a love to call my own,
And now, morning's waving farewell
No one pitied the tears that flowed,
Not one word cheered my dreary day;
Alone I walked this lonely road,
Watching the noon hours fade away
No one held me close to his heart,
No one looked at me lovingly;
No chance this pain will soon depart
Now that evening has been set free
To my lips no kiss found its way,
Alone I watched the setting sun;
No one said he loved me today,
And now..... the day is done
A Proposal OK, OK, I love you already! OK, OK, seems each verse is a kiss OK, OK, you hear that train whistle? Coming or going, I'm heat seeking missile? How long do we have to keep meeting like this? From Every poet in the world! (And me too!)
BRIAN johnston, What a loverboy YOU are! ! ! : ) bri edwards aka brian whitaker
This (non-kiss that finds its way to no-lips is beautiful nonetheless, because it testifies to the circuit that Mother Nature tries to complete through each of us.
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4/25/2024 5:41:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Apparently, Lora, I had not read this poem till today. And WHO did I find lurking? Why, Brian Johnston, ...of course! ;) Five stars for another brick in your staircase of loneliness.: ( bri