The Page That Blurs – Day Four

GloPoWriMo 2019

Prompt:  To write a sad poem, sonnet, using simple words



The  Page  That  Blurs


No entries yet in this notebook;

this one for friendship.

To rearrange my outlook,

the pages I should not skip.

There are pages illustrated with flowers;

some with cups of tea.

And here and there a page that blurs.

This and that, memories —

of simple conversations.

Of hours, years and trust

and that which for a sister beckons,

and must surely be robust.

I simply walked into a moment untoward.

Oh, friendship book, can anything be restored?


Benita Kape © 4.4.2019