Looking upward through water

Keep

the same situation

near

Ignore

the reactions

Just clean up the mess

Traffic is moving,

just slowly

The light will change

No one will crash

the scene

Everything Is fine

Rose

colored

my glasses and left

my garden empty

Thimbles full of sorry

and stitches of repair

The water’s too hot

The comfort shrunk

and I can’t bear to wear it

anymore

You’re cursed

You’re a blessing

and disguise is playing

such a sweet game

with you

Silence speaks volumes

reverberating against hollow walls

Weight has little meaning

in the shallow end

So let’s go for a long

swim

Come out and dry off again

I don’t get it

anymore

possibly never did

before

 

Reviews

[Emily B]

Distortions and reflections all color how we see the world. I wonder why we don't take that into account more often as we go about our daily dramas. The way you lined up the words and laid them out on the page, I felt the drag of the water. It slowed me down just enough to make the point of your words very clear.

[LJW]

I don't get it

anymore

possibly never did

before


Relationships. Endless material for writing.