Poetry 'n Prose

To Hear Her Song

This moment

It could be the moment I wake up,

in our bed, hearing you

in the kitchen cooking your breakfast

You are singing until you

sense me staring

from the doorway

It would be a blues song

a woman singing goodbye to her blues

and I would know this song

and where’s its coming from

even though I dont know her

I know she is a strong woman

I lead her back to our bed

to hear her song

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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