Counting Numbered Days Poem by Not Long Left
Counting Numbered Days
Four hundred thousand drops of rain
have fallen since I last blinked.
Seven clouds stretching from one town
to the other have eaten each other.
One magpie has spent the morning
bathing its wings in the house next
doors gutter, fourteen leaves have
fallen from the apple tree that hangs
over the wall like a tired drunk.
six times now has the red light on the
kettle flickered, once more than
clanging pipes inside the wall.
Not once has the phone chirped its
usual tune, not once has the sickness
inside my insides subsided.
I am counting numbered days
wanting just the one.
perhaps you should start counting your blessings too. painful images. where is my box of tissues. ten to wipe my tears.
Wonderful poem, beautifully written; one I should think everyone could relate to.Marilyn
You bored Vince? have a nice weekend.......................Dave
That ache - how well you describe it, Vincent, in all its torturous endlessness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/2/2024 8:56:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
vincent...this is a beautiful poem...sometimes counting makes one feel better...love...nalini