Saturday, November 05, 2005
for a friendIt was supposed to be a short poem but I ended up writing five stanzas of it with six lines in each. I have always found it hard to write poetry but lately the words have just been coming to me. But writing prose will not be a thing of the past, that will be my personal fave.
So this one was for Ruth, whose company I miss:
While home and humidity
Are all but a fourteen-hour journey
From the bright lights and bustle
And the cobble-stoned streets of London
Hold those memories close to you
For everyone over here misses you too.
Bit of a cheesy ending, that last stanza eh.
rachel at 12:57 AM