Call it a window
Call it a door
No matter what you say,
For you, it’ll always remain closed.
Door
Tag: short poem
That’s What He Said
He took a long deep breath
& plopped on the couch.
Weekends need to be this way,
Good conversations,
Good company,
Good food,
So relaxing, so restful
& went back to reading a book.
Lazy Days
Her lazy buttery fingers,
Dig deep into the bag of chips,
She gives them a good lick,
& resumes watching her chick flick.
Temperatures dropped.
Pitter-pattering rain.
Turned into tiny beads of snow.
Tapping gently on my window.
Just a Book?
From the outside it might just be another book.
On the inside there’s a whole new world.
& in those words I belong.
Into Words 