John Stuart Mill moments......A Poem by Dave W.![]() A poem considering the deeper things of life.......![]() Evening lips kiss, goose flesh rise, silent wisps whip, watering eyes, chilled bones quake, sleeping dogs lie, warm love embrace, a lonely man cries. Nothing stirs this night, lungs chilled with every breath, my spirit groans with thoughts of the past, old friends stop by and vanish, midnight vapors. I hear footstep echoes, I wander, think, contemplate, my raison d’etre, this place carved, (by me or for me?) in the world I walk. Where is the connection, where is the meaning, where is the reason, the world has gone crazy, the world has always been crazy, now I have become a cliché …..”crap what time is it? 01:30, she’s going to be pissed”……… © 2025 Dave W.Author's Note
Reviews
|
StatsAuthorDave W.Tigard, ORAboutI love to write poetry and hope that something I create will connect with someone that needs to read it more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|