I heard the rumble of
my grumblings
and wished
and wished
and wished
for what was glorious and joyful
what was fun and focused
what was
ah
what was.
This is uncomfortable
unsettling
unsatisfying
unbearable.
I heard murmuring
everywhere.
Everyone
grumbling
wishing
wanting
longing
for what was,
what no longer can be,
looking
for change again.
Everyone
and
me.
Great poem!
Thanks, Sadie!
You’re welcome!
bitterness perhaps?
Sadness, I think. Perhaps some disillusionment.
Oh, for a contented heart!
Great lines as always Shawn! ๐
Thanks.
No problem!
Oh sanna…
Yeah. Things are changing.