a girl and a dog sing under my window
the minor falls, the major lifts
and all my disquietude drifts
off to one side and out the door
the sky full of stars and the moon so blue
moths take a fancy to my table lamp
my cheeks recovered from their former damp
and the thought in my head that boys don’t cry
i look at the pile of crumpled sheets
the last blank page in my shabby sketchbook
the promise of less is all it took
to end at the start and cry some more
so i draw the girl and her funny dog
the stars and the moon, moths and the lamp
and this seat of emotions will subtly shift
to slough off the shadows when morning comes
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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Merci!
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After the long, long dark drowsy night
When the rising sun brings morning light
Lifting your weeping head from the pillow
a girl and a dog sing under my window
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Lovely poem and sentiments.
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And a lovely epilogue. Bravo, James!
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I really enjoyed the poem and the picture!
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Thank you so much!
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Beautiful, Tony.
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Thank you, Gary. 😄
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Lovely as always.
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Thank you very much! 😊
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“the moon so blue moths take a fancy to my table lamp my cheeks recovered from their former damp…”
Splendid whimsical, intense prose and picture.
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Deborah, I’m so glad you enjoyed this. Thank you for your kind words!
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Great – both the poem and the drawing.
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Thank you, Dolly! 😊🙏
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My pleasure, Tony.
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I enjoyed this poem.
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Thank you so much!
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Boys are allowed to cry too.
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I completely agree. 🙏
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