
Hello Friends,
I return with a new free verse poem written in the moment for the moment. A stream of consciousness pooling at your feet, becoming something more. I hope you enjoy it.
Coffee, Poetry, Fetch:
Is this what you'll remember
in what I hope is many years
from now?
On another back porch,
with another dog,
another stick,
another book,
another winter,
warmed by the laughter
of your child
and strong coffee?
When I’m the cardinal
perched on the branch,
and my face comes
in fiery flashes
of memory?
Will you think of the fence?
The cold of the concrete
seeping through your socks?
The low bark
of the wild-eyed Catahoula
begging for another throw?
I’ll find you there
I’ll fold my wings neatly
and sing a song
of what’s to come
-Brandon White
I think we are one of two things, forgettable or unforgettable..idk, maybe it’s my mood as of late that is saying this…🖤
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Thanks so much, T. I felt I had on here. 🙏🏻
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Wow Brandon… what an intriguing perspective. You always kinda blow my mind. This is wonderful.
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