He promised,

the words came out of his mouth,

proud, eager and a bit touched.

They had the honor to prepare the way,

the power to banish sleep

and melt it away in a puddle of desire.

The words worked all day and night,

a trail of quivering perfection after them








And heavy sleep again.

The words turned back

Eager explorers no longer

Just frozen pieces ofΒ  l-i-e-s

Into a mouth which refused to open.

And let them go home.


4 thoughts on “Promises

  1. Ah, come ooooon, this poetry mood again? ‘Am not complaining about the poetry, of course, you understand….

    Or is this something you wrote 2 yrs ago… (crossing the fingers here) πŸ™‚

    Whenever it is, my sympathy, B!

  2. When do you expect 40,000 hits on your blog? Let us know. It deserves some celebration!

    PS Still wondering who’s getting more hits on, you or your blog? πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜›

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