Premonition Trepidation

She’s parted ways for a week,

Gone to be with her family,

I’ll have to considerately keep

My subsiding sustainability.

 

She takes care of my needs,

And is a haven in a Jungle,

She plants lots of nice seeds

For me to patiently unravel.

 

Seeds to write, heeds to type,

Of which I’m learnedly doing,

Excelling the hidden gripe

Of a sad passive belonging.

 

I write poems constructively

Enjoying the rhyming schemes,

At times I write enthusiastically

And wisely intelligently it seems.

 

While she is absently away,

I’ll occupy myself with words,

Of which I will creatively play

With sentences and paragraphs.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 11/03/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.