Lazy Poetry

Old woman sighs
In winter solitude;
A baby’s cry shatters it.


Rain falls ceaselessly
In its pitter patter.
The walls form a prison.


I wait.
The phone rings
And silences my thoughts.


Old age shivers
Middle age covers it with a shawl
The young look away bored.


Framed photographs and
Fresh flowers beside.
The decay smells.



UL said…
Nice, very nice.
UL said…
If you like poetry, check out NS Poetry from my blog, I think you might enjoy it.
Anonymous said…
this easy?
i wonder
maybe i'm a poet too

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