Invitation

You can't miss it

I missed the note
From a poem attached
To my door frame
A chime from a bell lingers
As if told what to do
Or where to speak
Farther away a cloud
Comes into my vision
Careless eyes follow the sun
Frozen in time
Like the kind that marches on
I feel sick
That's what they said
All because I missed the note
That was written in my blood

Author's Note

All my poetry comes from the heart.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

And the invitation is to that place in the sky...
written in blood is pretty serious...when the body runs out of ink...it is time to go.
j.

[Wild Willow Blue]

Yes. Thank you for your review. I'm glad you enjoyed it.