Cut Down To Sighs...

 Tonight twilight sighs in tall, shadow-shaped goodbyes

Sighs oft size up the human heart

The art of hold-let-go

Can never quite prepare us for

Its paradise of ‘oh!’

Sighs sigh in universal tongue

Glad, sad or just because

A language of both old and young

For what is or what was

They speak of a mind set at ease

Of restless wanderlust

They gather up fond memories

And matters made for trust

They utter love, longing and loss

In soft, unspoken ties

Because the very heart of us

Is oft cut down to sighs

© Janet Martin

This poem was inspired by the previous poem which was inspired, I am certain, by all the things I should be doing (see photo of prev. poem) rather than penning a poem!

Tonight my sighs are spawned by
Duty of House
versus
Beauty of Dusk...
Prudence
versus
Wanderlust

(...the beauty of Duty wins.
I hate getting up to yesterday's chores)