poem
of the week: 1963 by Meg Cox
Just a musing ….
Walls with colored tapestry,
Curtains cute
and quite a few drawings,
Soft
with a smell invitatory for devoted
to
the house from morn till evening,
I
was just sewing with a keen watch
Over
television news, amidst jostling
music
and intermediate silence;
sparrows and crows
twitter
about my window,
a smooth voyage for my mood,
but
sudden shift from here
leads me where, where, I know not;
my
mind rests a while,
I
know not how long;
Many a
happening through
My
window, it is getting dark,
In
the slow darkening hour,
Getting
back home, inside,
My
mind comfortable with a lamp;
Always
pray for the best,
Pray
until,
your prayers are heeded.
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