Tuesday, 1 March 2016

So many gentle thoughts

I have so many gentle thoughts

I want to give you,

But somehow before they can form,

before I can catch your blue gaze

and pass them softly to you,

Life comes crashing in around us.

And there you stand, stranded on your island,

I on mine,

while the morning chaos swirls around the rocks of our feet.

An angry, cold threatening swell

of washing not done

school books lost

letters not written

not enough cash to go round.

And so we part for the day,

having spoken

but a fraction

of the ocean

of quiet, loving thoughts

I want to give you.

1 comment:

  1. This is lovely... and resonates! I'm doing poetry, too... about animals. ~Liz http://www.lizbrownleepoet.com