THE KNOCKA Poem by Betty HermeleeboredomTHE KNOCK
Two days alone in this utterly minute cabin without proper fresh air and exercise leaves me with overwhelming feelings of boredom and listlessness I perused one book, inept to focus miss the absence of chatter waiters who deliver my meals are slim with words now and then I converse with myself which I do find quite humorous
My sense is ubiquitous here and there ascending like a wave about to break I muse often about my quandary which, as you are aware, is quite complex I have high hopes that a reunion with my soldier shall be splendid yet my journey so far troubles me as the gentleman is still and all in my recall this fuels me so that I may neglect to put an end to it my early dawn walks on the deck refuse to ameliorate the disorder in my psyche
T'is ten o’clock in the evening and I try to finish my book when I hear a knock on the door I leap up then sit down my body shivers another knock thankfully I am robed in my lounging gown shall I open the door? my thoughts are like a hurricane as wind blows one way and then another t'is rude to ignore it I gasp as I observe the gentleman then smile
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16 Reviews Added on November 16, 2023 Last Updated on November 16, 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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