Matters
It wasn’t just a matter
of the shatter of the skies
but the way that she was weeping
She was steeped and stooped
and keeping, quiet
By the stream the willows whisper
for her heart and for its bleeding
It wasn’t just a matter
of the shatter of the skies
but the way that she was weeping
She was steeped and stooped
and keeping, quiet
By the stream the willows whisper
for her heart and for its bleeding
powerful!
thank you very much
Denise, I was saddened to learn you bocked me on Twitter. I cannot understand your reasoning. But you must do as you feel suits you. I’ll always admire your poetry. I was actually surprised you didn’t stop me from reading your posts here. Best wishes in life. -James
I have not heard from my friend for a long time She withdraws since you and I wonder why?