Formerly, 'Amen'
WORDS
A train of thought
can be agonising.
A day in the life of...
can be uninteresting.
A kiss on the cheek
may give goose pimples.
The touch of a feather
tickles and tingles.
Yet here am I
numb of sensations
caught in a time
of life that is old,
and rarely am I fired
with belly tremblng
passion of much else
than tumbling words -
whose appeal has stayed
from boy child till now
and probably will hold
me for ever more.
Amen.
© Griffonner 2023
Poetry by Griffonner
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Written on 2023-05-13 at 09:36
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