One drop tips,
two drops skip.
Fresh cut jewels scatter,
tipping, tipping,
skipping Across the hard surface.
One cracks
Another shatters in my own skull.
Glass and sharp edges,
Cut like knives.
drop
And Tick across the uneven grounds.
cars Whizzz
and drive-by Tatting,
Along, Tatting,
to the wind, Tatting,
thumping Against each piece of Glossy Jewel.
Bumping
over small potholes,
As my heart grows numb,
Skills going dumb,
And stomach seeds new home,
to And unwelcoming show.
The last one stands
Shiny
Clear,
tattering,
ToTTering, to the Wind,
Readying to disappear,
— tshhh — splat —
YOU ARE READING
Blue Boat
PoetryPoetry has no limits. I was going to introduce myself formally, but there is no need. This is emotion. Whether it is formal, informal, or not, it is a large group of feelings, where anyone can feel anything. Read it - feel it - enjoy it. I named thi...
