Under the Weather

Behold another dismal day, progenitor of desperation. See the one
Who suffers through it, seeming to get smaller with each circuit
Of the second hand. Some warmth might halt his diminution.
Sunlight could cause him to grow, but neither figures in the forecast.
He may disappear.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-03-27 at 16:38

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
It is Lawrence's Law (or mine): When you disappear you can bet your bottom dollar the sun will come out! Blessings, Allen
2024-03-29


Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
Truly...Fireplace used to work like a balm in earlier days
2024-03-27