I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback!

Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided to participate…

So here it is!

Written on March 18th of 2018, here is a little piece of poetry.  I hope you’ll enjoy it (again), and I wish you’re safe and well, wherever you are…

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Via today’s Daily Prompt: Patience

Quiet morning, unfolding.
Just another day, another
turn around the Big Blue, nothing
more and nothing less,
nothing worst and nothing
best… Just your colors
spilled on my coffee table,
time standing still. So very
still… Staring at the pieces
of my heart, lying there
naked and fragile, waiting
to be put back together, no
box to tell what the final
picture should look like,
just hoping no piece will
be missing… In the end.
In the end… when your
fingers pick the morsels
of my silly looking life,
making a worthy story
out of them again. And,
again drawing a smirk on
the pictures where I forgot
to smile, painting light
where only darkness
lays, where shadows are
the only texture. And so
narrow is the aperture
between night and day.
And day and night. Nothing
in between, nothing in sight.
Waiting, patiently. Waiting
for thee.

If only patience
was the key…

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