Sit Down and Talk: Poem

 

Sit Down and Talk: Poem

Come, sit down

And have some tea

With me.

Bread and butter,

Little cream and sugar.

Now is the time –

Tell me about your troubles! –

No worries! –

Everything is fine.

I am not in a position

To talk about self

And my decisions in grief.

I guess it is my dispassion.

I do not have a mission.

Bread and milk,

Paper and ink –

Both are the life choice.

Raw, real, and me,

Without any fee.

They settle in my chest

And soak in my skin.

Words do not always speak.

Sometimes, they move or feel.

Are you impressed,

And I mean, not my chest,

But the ability to talk

And deeply soak every word?

Also, my ability to walk

Ahead and forward? –

Come, sit down

And have some tea,

Feel lucky

To see me –

My poems are truly

And almost free.

Tomshinsky@2025