Near a folded newspaper.

August 19, 2020August 19, 2020by Tomic Riter

somebody talks in the other room

about what, I cannot say

maybe some revolution

I am turning colder

my legs close to each other

my hands folded

I look up towards the source

of all this untimely chill

outside, a green river flows

washing off man’s dirty footprints

late noon, the chill fills my room

I cannot sit in comfort

for lack of choice, I have to.

6 thoughts on “Near a folded newspaper.”

d.a.simpsonwriter says:

August 20, 2020 at 1:59 pm

Very nicely done

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1. Tomic Riter says:
  
  August 20, 2020 at 2:03 pm
  
  Thank you! Really appreciate it 🙂
  
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  1. d.a.simpsonwriter says:
    
    August 20, 2020 at 10:48 pm
    
    You’re very welcome
    
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Lia says:

August 19, 2020 at 6:33 pm

So happy you’ve been sharing here again Tomic… love the meta-style and in this one, the line about the green river. 💚💙

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1. Tomic Riter says:
  
  August 19, 2020 at 10:34 pm
  
  Thank you so much, Lia ❤️❤️❤️
  
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grumpygorman says:

August 19, 2020 at 3:13 pm

Re-posted this here: https://grumpysgiftspoetry.org/2020/08/19/near-a-folded-newspaper/

full credit given, of course. 😉

Thanks for sharing your words

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