A Whole Night of Sadness

the lack of a grin

A Whole Night of Sadness

I heard of a man knowing his own silence

He speaks to himself where his words find home

Oh the triumph of the said following its natural course

for the words to follow one must stay for a whole night of sadness.

In the inkling of an eye,

In the soft tenderness of whispers,

I say things to myself that I'm sure they are mine.

Conjuring up a line or two in matters of this and that

I find the pronouns best when there arrows finds my breast.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Valentine!

Valentine's Day I acquired Jackson. He turned into a real sweetheart. Now our buddy Honey is leaving us for a better place. He's become dangerously overprotective and I'm afraid she might get me hurt. I've been taken down several times.

Regards,
Al

[Valentine]

Funny how words and thoughts finally find their way to paper. I had seizures for years, during that time I would get up in the night, jot something down and find it in the morning not even knowing that I had been up. Some of my best writes were back then. The mind is a tricky thing. Valentine

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Jacob!

This is a little of the Nam talking. Almost 50 years and I'm still alive.

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

takes awhile for the words to form well enough that we can write them down....we have to go through all the feeling first...don't we?

j.