weekends without her

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the lazy hours pass quickly
they leave a sense of pity
the alarm clock will soon announce
the bluish monday morning

we never spend saturday or sunday together
there is perhaps no need
'cos i am her weekend
in the middle of the week

slow hours pass fast
when there is no one to give them a meaning
cold drafts are reigning in the empty heart and mind
but that will also pass quickly


Wlodzimierz Holsztynski ©
1981

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Senna JawaSenna Jawaover 3 years agoAuthor
Comments under the "beta" edition don't work properly (not at this time)

Under "beta", I didn't see any place for the comment's title. Then, I was not able to send my comment at all, I didn't see any button (like "Preview comment" or similar). And the last stanza of my poem was in the bold case for no good reason.

(The standard view of my poem above "weekends without her" is not as I meant it, not at all. At one time, Literotica has arbitrarily changed the format and that hurts. Many of my poems suffered like this, even twice! at different years. I didn't have the energy to reformat my poems for the second time. The authors should be given a so-called programmer editor to use, an editor that gives the author full control over the format of their poem).

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