don’t
I just…
today is not a good day
…not for sarcasm
or good natured teasing
trust me…
good is not how I’ll read it
words like gashes & blisters
waiting for the drainage
I’m watching shadows of the wind
slicing pieces off yesterday to feed me
such bitter fruit…
with its beautiful bite
& the irony of its truth
…”I’ll never leave you”…
it’s not an idle threat
they remain long after they left
haunting little whispers
& restricted breaths
your rock…your constant…your mountain…
whatever the solid…
hollow…
like the flavor of empty phrases
still lingering…
gone….but never leaving
no…
today is not a good time for gaiety
I don’t have it in me







hello beautiful Willow this is full of clever verses creating so much feeling ❤
Thank you 🧡
This poem envelops me in its grip.
Sadness, shame, discord…I feel this way sometimes…jokes won’t humor me, pleasantries are the opposite of what I need.
Really strong, strong write.
j.
Thank you 😊
Powerfully penned, Willow. Into the book it belongs! Excellent write my friend, I felt this one. Appreciate you.
Damian
Life is…lifing. Thank you, my friend 😊
Superb work.
Thank you, Thomas
Amazing, Willow. You keep impressing me with lines like, “slicing pieces off yesterday to feed me.” So strong and beautiful simultaneously. Keep it up. Please. And thanks for the audio version; you know I can’t help but gravitate to that. It is so well done.
I’ve been slowly making spoken versions of many of my pieces. Just takes more time and energy than I currently have to spare. Thank you so much 😊
Understood; I am doing the same while coping with bizzare-o-ness in my own world. But that’s okay, I get through with little tidbits of kindness from friends like you.
It’s the little things that make a huge difference 😊