by Ken W Simpson
Evoking
the taste of red tomatoes
at meal times
in the empty solitude
of an afternoon
mentally wondering
while wandering
through yesterday's memories.
A captive mind
entangled
as the past erupts
from a crowded room
and reflections
from a sightless night
shimmer
under an arch of cerulean blue.
From:
Ken W Simpson
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am an Australian poet specialising in free verse., A number of my collections are available online at Amazon and elsewhere.
Last updated February 19, 2014