How do folks
pray for hours?
I pray, I do,
I start with – God….
Author: Mx. Lavender
you look at me,
you wouldn’t know
the jagged tears
that scratch the marble…
Her shoulders
are slight, yet solid
under my hands,
she takes up so little…
Do you ever
feel the cold,
that not even blankets
your gran knitted…
When you must
be polite,
or mind your manners,
or some such societal…
we don’t celebrate
the blank page,
we abhor
its crisp
clean
emptiness….
Quiet
does not equal
silent
Do you hear…
Dear God,
There’s a lot of debate down here,
can you please just clarify…
We used to mock you,
fishies,
for swimming to and fro,
all day…
Hmm, notes of raspberry
and overtime…
Daily Poets 