Guilt, whatever
its pigmentation
or lack thereof
Cannot heal wounds
of any depth
Does not pay bills
accumulating
Guilt, whatever
its pigmentation
or lack thereof
Cannot heal wounds
of any depth
Does not pay bills
accumulating
The following poem was inspired by a recent episode of Pop Culture Happy Hour.
Graphic Detail
doorknob
door-jam
dresser
bedpost
Filed under Art of all Kinds
Awaiting a breath
Limping above the grinds
Daily abandon
Obscured by prominence
Sidelined grated greatness
Perhaps to pasture
…..
But fluttered!
Still
Cymbalic
Filed under Wordplay
Community
Sustainability
Accountable
Words I am tired of hearing
Of using
Use made meaning
Made meaningless
Filed under Wordplay
Ode to the Misplaced
Left askew, asunder
Aging allowed
unfettered
Laid bare to the elements
tame
Portal to the past
enduring
Filed under Wordplay