A blog for the midnight epiphanies and idle thoughts of a hopeless wordaholic.
Monday, April 24, 2017
Grace brings us Quadrille #31, a challenge
to write a poem of exactly 44 words using
the word “still” or a form thereof. Submitted to dVerse
April 24, 2017
After all this time you visit me still in my dreams. I hear you chuckle, calling me Bay-Be in the old teasing way. Wrapped in your arms once again, I am loved and secure. I don’t want to wake up and be alone again.
The stillness of night Opens memory’s doorway And there we meet again