Poem: A TABLE FOR ONE by Ian Herd

[herdinator]

Blues' days are a parallel to his nights

Seven days a week-twelve months of every year...alone.

Words off fantasy unintelligible to imaginary friends

Sentences rebound rapidly off his lounge walls

To tango and waltz with the stream of cigarette smoke

Only to evaporate into the invisible.

Around his

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[risksofthetrade]

I had to say something. These are all really great, a lot here one should appreciate.

"Sentences rebound rapidly of his lounge walls

To tango and waltz with the stream of cigarette smoke

Only to evaporate into the invisible."

Your words live!

[herdinator]

hi,
sorry its taken me so long to reply, but I just want you to know that I appreciate your comments, thanks for that.