The art of ignorance is where I prevail.
When did my unused
minutes soar?
Discreet musings often color me pale.
Why does my Chardonnay
taste so stale?
When did I last hear
you snore?
The art of ignorance is where I prevail.
When did I last hear,”
You’ve got mail?”
When did we last toss
a frisbee on shore?
Discreet musings often color me pale.
When did we together
last walk a trail?
When did you last
bring Chinese to my door?
The art of ignorance is where I prevail.
The last comic, the
last concert we saw unveiled?
The last dance, the
last glance that whisked me from the floor?
Discreet musings often color me pale.
When can my memory
finally exhale?
When won’t I grant you
the right to ignore?
The art of ignorance is where I prevail.
Discreet musings often color me pale.
© Copyright pending Susan R. O'Brien
© Copyright pending Susan R. O'Brien
Love all your poetry and photos! You did find your happy place.
ReplyDeleteThanks Donna! I just need more hours in my evenings!
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