The corner chair
& me
Poetry trapped inside
Waiting to be free
My Home for
Few minutes
Or maybe an hour
Or Two
The corner Chair
Walls like a mirror
My muse today & as always
Too many words ..
I sit back &
Try to read
Words like
Clouds hover Again
Ready to be spilled
I let go the chaos within
I become one with poetry
The Corner Chair
My home today & I lived each moment
Again
By
Notyet100

- notyet100