You don’t think about what you say. I don’t say what I think. The perfect marriage. published in Five Fleas. For more fleabag fun, see: https://fivefleas.blogspot.com/2024/09/afternoon-of-september-7-2024.html
Numbers Game I never could see patterns in the numbers on the page. My brain simply collapsed, deflated, needed oxygen. But I can hear the patterns of the words, the sounds they make. I can’t play the numbers game, but I know how to write. inspired by: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2024/09/06/number-patterns/
So Shiny
She makes a path of shiny seconds
as she flies through the hours.
A path to take her home
in case this moment disappoints.
But jackdaws follow in her wake
and steal each brilliant instant.
She is left to flutter
in the darkness of her time.
response poem to September challenge day 8, shiny objects, in the Garden of Neuro Institute Poetry Circle
The perfect marriage poem is hilarious. Taking notes!
That first philosophical snippet is outstanding in its sharpness, and the second also in its justification, which I can very much relate to. The third has what you can do like none other I have read in poetry; that tension. I will be getting your book as said, sorry about the delay.