Windy

by Maple Tree   Feb 15, 2018


I whisper thoughts
while my coffee goes cold,
the madness is stronger
than my coffee ...

Bones rattle inside my head
while my lipstick refuses to shine,
there is nothing I can do except
grow accustomed to the things;

I can not change.

My purse is filled with tears
and my pockets hold nothing.

But the wind whistles and the birds call for spring....

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  • 7 months ago

    by Em (marmite)

    Heart breaking yet so beautiful

  • 7 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Andrea, Beautiful and heart wrenching piece. I am glad to see it nominated. My thoughts are with you and Little Bird... Keep strong love and best wishes Milly x

  • 7 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Maple, I hope this is nominated - I am currently unable to do so - but let me tell you something. Your pockets will never be empty while you have words like this rattling around in them.

    Love always,

    Ben

  • 7 months ago

    by Brenda

    Andrea, much love to you-it's a hard place for you to be in right now...hugs-

  • 7 months ago

    by Michael

    Miss Andrea :)
    Hope all is as well as it can possibly be.
    Your poem conveys a message, that when we are 'empty' the important thing is that the birds call for buds to blossom.
    beautiful.
    Much warmth
    Michael x :)

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