Rod E. Kok
October 20, 2014
In this world that is pressed
for deadlines,
I seem to march
at my very own pace.
Sit back in comfort
my favorite café
providing a perfect setting
for creating a world
out of random words.
softly
gently
murmured voices
speak in a way
only a poet
will understand.
I will write my muse,
sharing myself with those
who care to listen.
as my hot coffee
cools down,
my thoughts turn
to the one I love.
She has never known
how enough she is,
for proper words
have always failed me.
And so I write
my words for her.
For when my time has come,
let it be said
'he finally told her,
better late than never'
This is beautiful! And a tear in my eye, of course. Hope she loved it. :-)
ReplyDeleteShe did :-) Out of the 3 I wrote today, this was her favorite! Thanks as always for your feedback, Jessica!
DeleteReally sweet! :-)
ReplyDeleteThis could be about a woman, it could also be about the muse. The picture of you sitting quietly, writing, placing yourself outside hurried time really sticks.
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