BE NOT TOO LATE

Nothing stirs in the midst of my life. Not the leaves, not the water, not even the air.
This is silent stillness but calm that breaks no peace.
Just one dimension light in my hallow. Where has it all gone, the days, the months, the years?

The babies, that became my children, now dewell in adulthood. Their lives to live, mine to stare into this misty pond.

Be not too late to speak what you wish me to hear, what you want me to hold close and cherish.
Those muses that sparked my passions and my talent. My love for you ran its deepest ever - wondering…where are you now among the fog of my life?

Reviews

[Ken e Bujold]

very strong work here Bonnie. Vibrant imagery mixed with some very tight phrasing and rhythms. really enjoyed my first read of yours.

I do though have 2 small items I question. In the title, and again to begin the last verse. I wonder if you are not missing a "o" too late?

Ken e

[Bonnie Paige]

Thank you Ken A very good friend alerted me about my to (that should be too) I getting around to fixing all the too mistakes. I hope I find them all.
Thanks for reading and critiquing.