Solitary Things

Sitting quiet at a picture-show

The chair next-door is cold and clear

As sighs of wind against the glass  

A sibilant sound that stirs the cat

From slumber on a winter’s day.

I really think I cannot say

Which is the worser end:

A lonely chair at the picture-show

Or a sigh that gets lost on the wind.  

Solitary Things

Sitting quiet at a picture-show

The chair next-door is cold and clear

As sighs of wind against the glass  

A sibilant sound that stirs the cat

From slumber on a winter’s day.

I really think I cannot say

Which is the worser end:

A lonely chair at the picture-show

Or a sigh that gets lost on the wind.  

Posted 1 year ago & Filed under poetry,

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Posting poems that I write, and the journal-page scrawl that accompanies the writing process.

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