That bubble of a moon is
playing peek-a-boo behind
the wispy night sky.
Confirming to me
everyone’s lunacy.
Words stick to the
roof of my mouth
like peanut butter.
It could have been
a better world,
I should have been a
better man.
January snowflakes
are like guilt falling from
the sky.
little frozen starfish…
cold and raw on
the soul, and tongue.
Looking back aint always easy or advisable .. even under the best circumstances .. But hey, I’ve got a thing about sushi so who cares .. what matters most is I checked in here and was not disappointed .. Nice one T .. N 😎👍
Thank you, my friend.
Powerfully penned, Thomas. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, my friend.
We’ve all got some guilt stuffed somewhere in our suitcase. I’ve got plenty of it on my sleeve. I just cover it up best I can and wear a good jacket those guilt flakes can slide off.
Thanks, Tim. I appreciate it.
I was caught by the title, I love the word “raw” and one of my poems are titled “raw”. Your title is powerful… and in your short poem You expressed the numbness, the despair, the coldness that lives within boldly. One of the toughest lessons humans must learn, that we are enough as we are.
Thank you.