I am a fog horn,
Full of longing and need,
Searching…guiding,
Calling…crying.
I don’t want to dream,
I don’t want to hope,
I don’t want to pray,
Knowing there is no forever.
Wrap your arms around me,
Touch me, hold me,
Let me stay a while,
Let me just be.
I am the loon,
That coo’s for her mate,
Sadly… constant,
Unending…aching.
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very touching, hs..
Thank you Millie. xxx
Beautiful peom that paints a picture of longing. Very nice indeed.
Thank you girlfriend. xxx
lovely poem 🙂
Thank you Pollie. xx
Beautiful poem, Helen… xxx
Beautiful Helen, you can almost hear the cry of the loon…. xxxx
So sad and full of empty longing seeking to fill a vacuum.
Oh my , do I identify with your words !
Beautifully sad Helen , I hope your cooing will be heard . xx
Thank you nmod. xxxxx
Keep on cooing helen hopefuuly you will be heard xx
Thank you Jack, perhaps…xx
Feeling your sadness – keep on cooing my friend – while ever you are cooing there is hope xoxox
Thank you so much FY, feel your love. HS XXXX
Put me in mind of Van Morrison’s “So Quiet in Here,” The opening lyric of which is “Fog Horns blowing in the night…” A lovely poem of longing. Good work.
Sank you darliing! LMAO…just kiddin’….perhaps too much coffee at the Cafe’ today…its all Millie’s fault!!! And Katelin too! LMAO… All kidding aside, ty. HS xxx