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Yours
#WritcoPoemPrompt121
Your notes,
Are the only things I have,
The words are like melodies that float,
But the letters sometimes misbehave.
Your marks,
Are the only shapes I see,
The stylistic choice, I’m mesmerized.
But the pressures leave me clueless.
Your thoughts,
Are the only thoughts I think,
The tangents are like rest stops,
But the destination is naive.
Your choice,
Are the only doors I can’t open,
The welcome still spells welcome,
But the letters hold no meaning.
© Betty B. Goodman
Your notes,
Are the only things I have,
The words are like melodies that float,
But the letters sometimes misbehave.
Your marks,
Are the only shapes I see,
The stylistic choice, I’m mesmerized.
But the pressures leave me clueless.
Your thoughts,
Are the only thoughts I think,
The tangents are like rest stops,
But the destination is naive.
Your choice,
Are the only doors I can’t open,
The welcome still spells welcome,
But the letters hold no meaning.
© Betty B. Goodman
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