Sitting in the dust motes
Of a slanting window
A purple
Pink
Orange
Setting sun
I can’t help but wonder
How can a person die
On a day so beautiful
As this
But then I recall
That perhaps a soul
Desires an ending just like this
The hush
And quiet of a sinking sun
Three Galahs
A cricket or two
And just at the perfect moment
The frogs chime in
To see him out
That perfect soul
Has left
This crazy roundabout
*header photo thanks to Hamish Weir (Unsplash).
I found this poem which I wrote in 2016 on my notes on the phone. Sometimes if I’m out and a poem comes to me I type it into my phone. Thankfully it keeps them for me and every now and then I find them again.
Update on the magazine – the content is coming together beautifully and I have some truly interesting folk from locals to internationals coming on board. I’m so blooooming excited. I put a count down at the bottom of the blog 😬 it certainly has my brain in overdrive.
Awesome 👏
Thanks Yassy ❤️
I love this…and it would be perfect as lyrics to music as well!
Hmm something country maybe yep I can hear it too
Lovely poem and the pic is beautiful 👌
Thanks Kellie 😊
Beautiful poem! I felt it!
Lovely – and Thankyou
A beautiful poem.
Which magazine?