The day has lost its
polish, all bark
and bile and bite
and pile
of dirty laundry.

The camera gives us one
last valuable chance to over
-saturate our former
selves, give sensibility
and texture to these
breaths. Mean

-while, there’s a penalty to this
way(ward heart), un
-blinking in its stance;
magenta in its long

Will you stay,
and sing with me?

I’ve got these million
shattered mom
-ents. They’re
the pieces of my song.

Wordled for mindlovemiserymenagerie.




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5 Responses to Mo(u)rning

  1. billgncs says:

    the important, but mundane….

  2. imab00kworm says:

    Shattered – it describes your poem perfectly, like a broken mirror… this was beautiful in its own darkish way 🙂

  3. This reminds me of how I felt on the day of my mom’s funeral. I read that as “MOM– ents.”

  4. cobalt girl says:

    That first line is priceless.

    “The camera gives us one
    last valuable chance to over” … One chance to do it all over. This, to me, is like when you see yourself in a picture and suddenly you realize how haggard you’ve been looking. It’s a reminder to work harder on your looks because one day, you’ll lose the ability to improve it.

    Isn’t that the truth? A heart CAN be both wayward and unwayward at the same time. We are double-minded.

    “Long magenta ing.” … I love that. 🙂

    “million shattered Mom(s) … their rants” … You’re commiserating with other mothers here.

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