Dec 2020
Down to this,
exposure that we, or just I,
never saw coming, for this did not exist
when I acted, chaotic and clueless
so long ago the memory
has puddle-warped around the edges.
Who for? To titillate the roving pupils
of a stranger, to express for a transitory
thrill, the static image your donation.
Now the ache in the stomach, latent
for years, spreads again, dull and stubborn,
my silly heart bruised in a way
these words cannot explain.
exposure that we, or just I,
never saw coming, for this did not exist
when I acted, chaotic and clueless
so long ago the memory
has puddle-warped around the edges.
Who for? To titillate the roving pupils
of a stranger, to express for a transitory
thrill, the static image your donation.
Now the ache in the stomach, latent
for years, spreads again, dull and stubborn,
my silly heart bruised in a way
these words cannot explain.
Written: December 2020.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time in the space of about twenty minutes in response to some somewhat surprising news. Feedback welcome and there's a link to my Facebook writing page on my HP home page.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time in the space of about twenty minutes in response to some somewhat surprising news. Feedback welcome and there's a link to my Facebook writing page on my HP home page.
