Neither Here nor There

I did work as I dreamed. The walls were painted.
Now, at least, the living room of this old manor
Glows again. I sat and stared out through
The windows at the fallow fields below,
And pondered worlds which are and aren't:
This one in which my body lives, a place
Of ceaseless solitude, and that to which
My mind had flown, a bar in an imagined
Past, a table shared with someone who
Is real, but rarely near.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-11-15 at 13:30

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