Fingers deftly threading skin
As sentiments cleverly puncture my ear.
Cold whistles through splints.
And smiles sprout to reassure your dreams.
Not a trace lingers,
Not a sign I was here
Come.
Hurry.
One day I'll leave.
-/-
I love imagery in poetry. What about you?
This week challenged my ability to listen to myself...and I failed! I was supposed to not fix on what I can't change and is already done, but my mind kept springing back to that failed Math quiz I thought I was going to do pretty great on. It's so insignificant in the greater scheme of life that I want to laugh at myself even as I'm berating my abilities, yet this still happens.
