Good Morning, Heartache Poem by Panagiota Romios

Remembering the day you were gone.
You etched coffee mug with your name on the plaid kitchen table.
And your loving presence vanished like the fog.
Deeply sad, indeed was that day..

Who knew the man of of my life was headed my way?
Not me, drowning in tears and forlorn loneliness...
How does life work out? It does.
Is it angelic presence?

I feel that exact same way today!
But know now the seasons of the heart has its ways.
And today's heaviness will be gone.
Replaced by a glorious song.

Through this morning mist, dream helpers already at work on the spirit of my dreams.
So, I let it go, drifting in dreams in serene poetic repose.

Neither form nor impressive vocabulary creates my poetry.
I am happiest exposing the genuine me and still in search of my own style, the genuine sounds and depth of my soul..
Why, of course, ...they carry me for miles!


10/18/2020