desert

Blue Crush

 

 

leaked my heart through my eyes

a soft blue sludge like

Blue Crush slurpee

what she couldn’t see

was the thaw

of a long-petrified glacier

that had been waiting

for her

release

 

behind those same bruised-blue-raspberry eyes

a sand-blasted

desert over which wind

harshly blows

eroding

thought and feelings

smoothing surfaces that

emotions slide off

like a Dali pocketwatch

I sigh, it’s time

to wait, redux

 

So I kinda bombed out on poetry month. It all got too much with the travel and everything. I was going to come back and write up the ones I missed but I don’t know if it’s really worth it. Some big changes ahead as I’ll start a new job in a few weeks. I need to spend the time in between contemplating what I want to do with my poetry and writing and/or HOW!

Photo: Moon jellyfish in Singapore Oceanarium by Claire Doble

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