Pusillanimity? … Or Wisdom?

PUSILLANIMITY? … OR WISDOM?

I don’t hoard any furtive hopes
Beneath my cosy feather pillow
Nor dreams, nor wistful wishes
For fear they will make it lumpy
And give me a pain in the neck

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on January 8, 2020, in Poetry, Republished and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. Indeed ๐Ÿฅด๐Ÿ’œ

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  2. Cleverly written, Ben. (I’m familiar with that pain in the neck. Alas!)

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