What Do You Want to Do?
She said:
I asked you if you wanted a big cup.
I said:
I didn’t know.
That is part of
how my mind works
much of the time.
I don’t know what I want
till I pick up the pebbles on the beach.
Sometimes, there are no pebbles.
Serendipity can be a wonderful thing. Nice little ditty here, Pete.
Les
this is personal too.
upon looking back at older posts of yours i see my previous assumption was wrong.
anyhow, the closing gives a rather sentimental feeling. however, also an almost hopeless feeling. honestly, i really enjoyed the read. thanks, peter
-with love
thanks both for reading,
amo,
Peter
Peter,
this one is wonderful and I can relate...all too well. I want something...something...something...not sure what it is, but I will know when I find it thanks for this one.
Peter:
What they all said goes for me as well. Poems like this make me wish I had more time to visit here. Ahh well....
Joe
Thanks, frosty...glad I touched a chord. Hey, Joe, I am glad your life is full enough to make reading poetry here a luxury... since poetry is, mainly, about living.
amo et avanti,
Peter