Tossup Poem by D.N. Rebb

Tossup

Rating: 5.0

There's something missing
At end of each day
Chats reminiscing
Echo of replay

Bygone soft twilight
Luminous halo
Vexed fountain o' night
Pitch pipe volcano

Life's easy tossup
Paint's already dry
Closed blinds get cranked up
But no one asks why

Saturday, May 4, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: volcano
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
When life gets stale
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mervyn Graham 04 May 2024

Another fantastic work by you... I am glad to be following you young Sir

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