MYSTERYA Poem by Betty HermeleeSomething may happenMYSTERY
Twas a rain-soaked day To correspond with my patchy temper A kick-off to matters beyond my control Mystery besieges me I sense truth is often erroneous Long spills of time without hope Moreover, the pith befits frailty To linger sheltered is to linger no more
How can I ponder so vainly? I balance too onerous on him Resilience is not my bent I sense a downturn in my being A defeat of sorts
Doorbell rings My heart slips down to my knees T’is the kindly postman At once I am speechless He discerns my aura Though he greets with a toothy smile And bestows a letter in my shaky sweaty hands
I am elated, euphoric, over the moon With this gift I detect is from across a vast ocean
© 2023 Betty HermeleeAuthor's Note
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13 Reviews Added on March 31, 2023 Last Updated on March 31, 2023 AuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..Writing
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