Todays offering comes from the extraordinary mind of Mr Lionel George Fogarty

Sort Of Sorry

Sort of sorry tears on drops

Were no eyes?

Sore cries

Walk pass the changed season

Sing passion to the changed leavening.

Mouths lay at the below eyes of beds.

Now writing is unwritten

So ear in took raw deals.

Then as a stood sorry people

Said no more tears.

Smiles embraced the truth for saddest

Wiped an extinct body.

No sorry business changes things

No loaded crying stops crimes

Walk pass the changing seasons

Walls seek space for the lonely faces

She saw pain in a lane of flyaway planes.

He sewed rains drops fallen by

The baby’s unborn restrings.

Sydney N.S.W. 2013 26 May  Lionel G Fogarty 6.00 am