My Kitchen at Midnight reblog

My Kitchen at Midnight reblog from http://taruane.wordpress.com w response by pd lyons

 

 

 

 

 

 

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pdlyons on December 4, 2012 at 2:16 pm said:

you might have woke
slightly
hearing the clink of stirred coffee
smelling the vague smoke
last bit of an old joint
invisible
morning
ghosts
never knowing
daylight
fled
the youth
fleeing
from
old age
midnight
in your kitchen

via 3) My Kitchen at Midnight.

ruff a winter poem by pd lyons

ruff

                                                                   and would I know

winter

still sliding down

silvering  window

soft whispers

smoke secrets

between

this

and all those winter fires gone before

each ghost arrives upon the gale

welcomed beside the hearth

each breath of my own

rare and gifted by such drifters