waiting February 18, 2024 a poet's playground, evocative muse i’m calling you i’m calling you out here in the cold i’m calling your name send a sign that i don’t call in vain let me know my voice is heard my heart is breaking my soul is aching waiting
let’s be foolish crazy wacked cracked stupidly outrageous who’s idea was it yours hers father times mother’s wine back-slapping silly pour another glass of that belly laughing liquid forget the toil & troubles maybe maybe