Glass doors

It was such lovely trip

Everyone involved

Had such a great time

Space, time escaped

The month disappeared 

Once again I'm alone

Separated from them

By distance , culture

I still can see them 

Through the glass door

Softly ensconced in the golden bubble 

That is their internet hangout

Talented, feisty , vibrant

Flirting, playing, poetising madly

The glass door closed behind them

Back home I feel lost

There's nobody

To relate the mad rush 

Of limericks fever reached

Each one trying to outrun the other

Just for fun's sake

The glass door is frosted over now

The world has returned

To it's cold and grey tones

 I will remember fondly

Thirty days of total madness

NaPoWrimo 2016, TSL.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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NaPoWrimo 2016

30/30 , TSL