Spiritus
Spiritus
Why is it that specific memories
haunt me daily?
These most welcomed dearest friends!
Like comfortable, warm velvet slippers,
Hugging and warming, today's dreams.
Sipping that first brewed coffee,
Why is that so heavenly a scent?
And the flickering flames of the heater?
Warm, comforting, crackling.
Magically return, my spirit's searing desires.
Floating all about my head and pushing
the quill of my spirit-filled pen.
Mellow lightning in my brain, yes.
Birthing, God willing, poem to soothe
The hearts of angst ridden women and men.
Panagiota Romios
4/17/2019
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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