I Digress

What was I going to say?

Forgive my indulgence

Something like tenderness crossed my way

When the irony lies in instance of same

I refrain

The instance of many.

A nuance of uncommon intimacy

Like breath in me

Dare I say?

Tendrils of thought might get in my eye

What promise does delineate

Forsaken feeling

So, I

Digress, to dreams of painted canopies

And naked trees like leaves before me

While daydream niceties

Mingle with journeys.

A raw pantomime over time

Does refrain

Instances of same and of many.

What was I going to say?

Did you forget

Because why would I

Simply share a sigh?

Poems I, by Lisa A Lachapelle, Indie Published:

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By Lisa Lachapelle, Writer, Author. More of her work here and here.