Post Office by Charles Bukowski

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Post Office

Author: Charles Bukowski

Published: 1971

Date Read: 25th May 2017

Rating: ★★★✩✩

 

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Sea Sounding Sigh // Beth Morley

Where did the time go,
I can’t really tell –
washed away by the remnants of an evening faded sun.

Walking along –
I believe – it did seem
ideal and serene, merely a dream.

Don’t close your eyes,
it will just fade away
into the darkness.

The darkness that is
the moment itself –
behind the veil of smiles the moment is dying.

For it wasn’t meant to be,
I guess that paths don’t collide –
I’ll pretend that I don’t mind

but I’ll remember the light of the evening and the sea sounding sigh.


By Beth Morley

Tint of the Rose // Beth Morley

The hue of pink
a delightful illusion,
reality and hope on the brink
my mind a confusion.

The petals are misleading
far from me reaching,
the happiness I’m feeding
from the illusion it’s breaching.

Stem twisted and tangled
far away yet clear in my mind,
nothing but this rose, not yet mangled,
is the only thing I want to find.

Waiting but searching still,
with the optimistic sight,
that comforts and thrills
my downhearted might.

Ignorant of the now, the present, the living
that you need to take as a virtue,
‘It’s expected of the future for giving
better things’, gloats the pinkish hue.


Beth Morley