Ventriloquism

Let some light in the room.
Laughing comes easy, they say,
But I still see the sun across the roof
And wonder when it will go.
It doesn’t matter much to you,
But the rain is gone for today.

We get a weather report in our poems
Instead of an account of the soul;
Thank god for small blessings,
She said, as he rolled over,
As if they were in a vaudeville routine.
Bill said, all life is a stage, or staged,
Or give me a towel and a saloon.
Just let it in, Miriam.

A nice little vignette, Pete.

Les

Thanks, Les. Kind of an old piece, reworked a little. Found it by accident.

Cheers,

Peter

Peter, one of the rewards of revisiting an old poem is asking oneself, how might I have done this differently. Of course the danger in revising an old work is that one might create a different poem than was originally intended.

Les

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