I Know From my Bed
by Michael Lee Johnson
Sometimes I feel
like a sad sack-
a worn out old man
with clown facial wrinkles.
I know when I reflect,
stare out my window
at the snow falling
from my bed,
my back to yours,
reflecting on my pain-
ignoring yours-
I isolate your love,
lose your touch
to another-
forgetting,
it is our bed,
not mine,
that I lie in.
Michael Lee Johnson
1531 W Irving Park Rd, 212C
Itasca, Illinois USA 60143-1542
promomanusa()gmail.com
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Олег Бундур – Просьба
- Омар Хайям – Мой друг, о завтрашнем заботиться не след
- High School Crush by Roberto Cocina
- Robert Burns: Blythe Hae I been On Yon Hill:
- Олег Сердобольский – Угадай, в какой руке
- Psalm 04 poem – John Milton poems
- A Dainty Thing’s The Villanelle by William Ernest Henley
- The Woman And The Flame
- Collecting Milkweed by Satish Verma
- Владимир Высоцкий – Нет рядом никого, как ни дыши
- Sir Giles’ War-Song by William Morris
- Orlando Furioso Canto 19 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Others may Praise what They Like. by Walt Whitman
- In Memoriam A. H. H.: 95. By night we linger’d on the lawn poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Lucretius poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
