Shawn L. Bird

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poem-three March 8, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:21 am
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twelve

one

two

three

o’clock.

This hotel room is absent of you,

No lovers’ talk,

just me,

myself,

and seven o’clock is coming far

too soon.

 

 

9 Responses to “poem-three”

  1. Prior-01 Says:
    March 8, 2016 at 1:22 pm

    Love the layers and mood of on the road!!!

    Reply
  2. onewithclay Says:
    March 8, 2016 at 2:51 pm

    This is right up there with Hemingway’s “For sale: Baby shoes. Never used.” For its deep sorrow in remarkably few words. Well done, Songbird!

    Reply
  3. g hunter Says:
    March 8, 2016 at 3:42 pm

    zero’s
    one
    too!

    Reply

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