A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


With fine inspiration,

I sip coffee every morning,

looking for the words

that play tricks

on my mind.



cold and cloudy,

muddled in the middle,

an everyday beginning

for someone

so strange.


And from the paint

on my toes,

looking past

colored perfection,

I dream of

days gone by.


Pulling on the corners

of my pillow case.


Daydreams of

beer over ice,

good sunglasses

and a skirt

that fits,

just rite.


I have reconciled

a bitter past,

and see in

precious memories,

the moments of yesterday.


Only to again,

be called home.

© 2010 Abigale LeCavalier

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I enjoyed reading this. It was very soothing and it's such a fine write.

Posted 10 Years Ago

Great job. I'll be reading more of your work, whenever the chance comes!

Posted 12 Years Ago

awwwww, this is nice . . . quiet moments, left alone to our own dusty thoughts, somewhere in the middle of where we ought to be . . . you said it all . . .


Posted 12 Years Ago

a train of thought, a personal soliloquy.
Intriguingly presented in poetic prose
Which leaves me wondering

Posted 12 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Added on August 10, 2009
Last Updated on August 30, 2010
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