loneliness
comes to sit beside my bed ...
the third night
filled with the monotone
of winter rain
at 3 a.m.
many-mouthed loneliness
self-talks out loud --
speechless, face-to-face
with my drunken shadow
NeverEnding Story, June 27, 2015
Poetic Musings: Boulders and Headstones Tanka by Paul Williamson
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in pale sunshine
granite boulders dot the paddocks ...
I remember
the headstones for miners
who once rushed here for gold
*NeverEnding Story*, July 23, 202...
