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
- Вероника Тушнова – Тропа, петляя и пыля
- Lines Written On Visiting The Chateaux On The Loire poem – Alfred Austin
- Even if I don’t hear your voice, I know by Vinko Kalinic
- Song by Robert Creeley
- Sonnet IV by William Shakespeare
- Константин Батюшков – Мои пенаты
- In Memoriam A. H. H.: 99. Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Champagne 1914 15
- An Untold Tale by Shahida Latif
- Вера Павлова – Подарил мне жизнь
- The Bell From Europe by Weldon Kees
- Николай Заболоцкий – Горийская симфония
- Юрий Левитанский – Кто-то так уже писал
- The Gift by Sara Teasdale
- Ballade Of The Tweed poem – Andrew Lang 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).
