A Poem To Not “Poem”
Longings of the heart
Published in
Mar 1, 2021
Some days I just want to lay supine
under the starry skies
and not conjure a poem or two.
Some days I just want to escape to the mountains
and drench myself
in the misty mornings
and not blanket myself from it.
Some days I just want to smile and cry
without the need for a reason.
Sometimes I just don’t want to get drowned
by the torrent of words of sympathy from others
but quench the feeling of emptiness by a warm hug.
Sometimes I want to fly unfettered
with the shackles of societal wishes removed from my feet.
Sometimes I just want to breathe oblivious
to the constant sound of the clock ticking.
©Rumi
