Love less -a pense poem
LOVE LESS
it won’t hurt much
scrub off the scent of his odour
bleach the bath with your morning shit
love costs more heartache
Passion less magical
Cats demand cuddles
A clean page soaked in wasted words written in yellow ink
The music falls on deaf ears
Unread unopened books will let me down – or will it be my imagination?
I glance around the room of despair comfortably numb for three hours until a child smiles for her mom’s unfounded fears.
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so inept by a blackened imagination
colours wither away, winter outsmiles
stilled yet not frozen. those exhiled frowns en route stragglers exhiled to Siberia.
I’m desperately desolate that these nightmares took the by pass . Limits to hope of revelling in reality once more spring
bursts into a yawn , light stretches worn out clinging onto last winter’s stained sweater.
A scream demands tending to kettle whistling for it’s masters attention
it begs summer to part with mercy & grace
so inept by a blackened imagination.
Posted on May 3, 2021, in POETRY and tagged Creative Writing, Creativity, Life, poems, POETRY, Stream of consciousness. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.
You did very well. What you called “straightforward” seemed to me an impossible challenge. Congrats.
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Thank you, Em! I think I got the action and setting mixed up however it was a good way to flex my writing muscles. I highly recommend it. Hope you are well? X
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Mostly. That is, I struggle with pain and depression hideously. However, the sharing has helped. I’m also loving spring. My bulbs came up and the tulips were beautiful, and my seeds are sprouting. I hope your spring is beautiful too?
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Oh,I’m sorry to hear you aren’t feeling well.It’s raining buckets full in the U.K. It’s freezing cold too. lol I’m waiting for summer to kick in. Enjoy your garden & I hope you start to feel a bit in better spirits soon ,Em xxx
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