Jan 2020
What have I learned
except to coat my tongue in sand,
incinerate what was never created.
My golden ones, you haven't seen the start of it,
the shirking and shrinking
like an aborted flower.
If this is how it feels we should say so,
my head a corroded oven
and how expensive are the repairs.
except to coat my tongue in sand,
incinerate what was never created.
My golden ones, you haven't seen the start of it,
the shirking and shrinking
like an aborted flower.
If this is how it feels we should say so,
my head a corroded oven
and how expensive are the repairs.
Written: January 2020.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
