Wednesday, 24 May 2017


I walked through
the open door
And a knock sounded
On my closed mind.
Is someone waiting for me outside?

My canvas is a riot
of angry colours.
I behold a rainbow
as I lift my gaze
Does someone want to talk to me?

The surf kissed my toes
deposit a bright-hued shell.
The Sun on the horizon
Caressed my wet cheeks.
Is there someone who cares for me?

Childhood flashes before me
pals, picnics , pens, swirl.
The phone rings
"Hello, hello dear" , I echo.
Yes, I count my blessings.

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