There’s Another Thought….

it doesn’t matter how many
i write a poem
or catch a thought
trying to escape
it will never explain
as I sit on the patio
listening to the thunder
drinking black coffee from
a white china cup
waiting for the rain….
I ask myself,
do I see more clearly?
do I listen better
than I hear
have I acquired more wisdom
than knowledge
down through the years
Hush…. there’s another thought
trying to escape….

Thatcher Doran

About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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