moaning song

my deck outside my house
sings a song
when the wind blows through
it’s the only place i know
that has it’s own song
when the fog rolls in
when the wind blows by
it bellows and sings
a mellow song of solitude
through the spaces between
it’s boards soft notes play
the song of emptiness
or song of any mood
as i sit and listen
it soothes the day
that has already passed

Published in: poetry | on May 23rd, 2008 |
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  1. On 05pmSat, 24 May 2008 17:41:36 +00002008-05-24T17:41:36+00:0005 2, 2008 at 8:09 p05 a fan Said:

    favorite part:

    it’s the only place i know
    that has it’s own song

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