A field, a play, a battle of wits

I am no more
a memoir
of your moment.

Can I come in?
I don't know, can you?
I'm only a thought
to play in your fields.
Ok, you may enter
but shut the gate.

Reviews

[Ayesha Faiz]

Wow, this feels so gentle and deep. Like a quiet conversation between memories and thoughts. It gives soft yet powerful vibes...
I liked reading it. :)

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you dear poet.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I wonder if shutting the gate is to keep more of the others out or to keep the speaker in.
I love the first three lines of this...I wish I had written them...turn your head a second, andrew, I want to steal them. ha ha
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks J and you can have them.