Loneliness that envelops me.
Let me go.
I have a friend,
on a small island,
ravaged by hurricanes.
Covered in moss
and tiny snails.
Forget your anger,
I can paint,
I have plenty of greenery,
crayons,
a little cat dozing.
Go and search in the night,
for the silence,
the moans.
Soon I will open the window and have sun,
chores,
wolves howling.
And something new to tell.
I doubt this will help my brother kill his loneliness. Most likely he feels more miserable if I say: Duh, I have a friend on a island and you don't
(or he laughs and says: Sis I live on an island... )
A great poem I wonder if you did count the characters 👍
Hahaha. If you tell him like that, he'll start screaming. You have to give him the dose little by little. Let him figure it out on his own; later he'll announce it as a great discovery. But by then, it'll be too late, really.
This poem was written directly on Steemit; it's what inspired me to write to you. I didn't pay attention to meter or anything like that. At first, it just seemed interesting to me. A poem for you, from the ground up.
Once in a while he'll understand, that is if he can make contact.
How about painting a scream (I still collect paper and cardboard to crinkle and glue as texture). Let's see if a scream is in it.
I like the poem, like always you did a great job.
How are you? I hope the 7 plagues didn't hit you.
Take a cappuccino and dob't invite anyone for coffee. Did you try tea? Ginger?
Rest, sleep till the world is a better place where pelicans fly and lamd on the island.
Are there flowers?
♥️🍀
What about the tiny snails?