Saturday, 11 March 2017

Premonition Of Trepidation

She’s parted ways for a week,
Gone to be with her family,
I will have to considerately keep
My subsiding sustainability.

She takes care of my needs,
And is a haven in a jungle,
She plants lots of seeds
For me to patiently unravel.

Seeds to write, heeds to type,
Of which I am learnedly doing,
Excelling the hidden gripe
Of a passive belonging.

I write poems creatively,
Enjoying the rhyming schemes,
Sometimes I write enthusiastically,
And intelligently it seems.

While she is absently away,
I will occupy myself with words,
Of which we will play
With sentences and paragraphs.

© Andrew Stevenson 11/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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