Poem - Patterns

A lil’ poem about some of habits….


 

There is a pattern forming.

There is a pattern forming.


I have several tales and observations that are in the process of being written,

however there is a sense of placement I have yet to form.

Locations or connections more often than not elude me.


Seeking then to empty hands form a pattern.


My mother, of all people, said to me "welcome and yet no longer".

Feet have a habit of repeating themselves once they find a rhythm.

My breath and stamina are not boundless.


There is a pattern forming.

Eyes up.

Avert.

Sip.


There is a pattern forming.

 

Hope you enjoyed it.

Previous
Previous

Love

Next
Next

Your Gods