POEM: LETTER TO SUNDAY STARS
You pick up my letter
Your doubtful fingers
Toss the envelope into a pile
Of nightly rituals
You read communique
On a pillow-top bed
Held down by wood
You submit to see what
I’ve sent through the winter snow
It is five below
you finish my letter
As tucked blankets warm your toes
The next morning
Is your day off
Monday takes its shift
You remember my letter
Thanking you for
The slowed unwrapped gift of time
You write back and say
“There is no point in asking
To kill my brother Monday
But can’t spread
My buttery hours
Across that many minutes”
The city combs
The fair fog
Letting dew ponder
Is a window watch
Worth the slither
Up from 20 stories?
The home of roamers
Lights the sky
Full of muted stars
Whose dim starlight
Is as late
As this road of delayed
Traffic cars
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thats the best lines in the poem
Held down by wood
You submit to see what
I’ve sent through the winter snow
It is five below
you finish my letter
As tucked blankets warm your toes
loved the write up , took it to be a poem if am correct. this line caught me
ou write back and say
But can’t spread
My buttery hours
Across that many minutes”
nice one there @rubenalexander
wow!! this part is the best in this post
But can’t spread
My buttery hours
Across that many minutes”
thanks for this post ..anticipating for more
I love this piece..Really a nice one.. Wrote a poem on life yesterday..Maybe u could check it out https://steemit.com/poetry/@ctrixx/an-expose-on-life
Thanks.
Really enjoy your poetry ......
Very nic post
Thanks for giving the chance to enjoy this beautiful news!!
Nice pot brother
nice poem. I realy like it
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