How I wish that I was fit
Even just a little bit
To walk across fields of green
Or run on the beach serene
But my legs don't want me to
Active days are now all through
My fingers though are all right
On the computer they tap all night
My mind's busy as a bee
Sometimes a sailor at sea
Or a lover in a bed
As on her breast I lay my head
She whispers sweet words to me
Rogue I am, through dreams I see
I write them down unaware
As her fingers run through my hair
Now at my desk I tap away
Break of dawn 'til sky turns grey
Nourished by a coffee cup
Until those sweet words all line up
Then the writer's fantasy
To the readers seems to be
So real as they read each word
Which of course is so absurd
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Image 2 found at www.videoblocks.com
Please note neither of the men illustrated is me!
Thank you for dropping in and linking your lovely poem at Monday WRites
ReplyDeleteHave a nice week Robin
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I love this poem! As you take yourself away in your beautiful lines, you take your reader along too, and we get to remember our shining moments, too.
ReplyDeletenot so absurd you can live other lives through your characters things you cannot or would never ever do.
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