pain — two compressors squeezing my head;
a war on two fronts.
two white bubbles, taking a walk,
a rectangle squealing.
these salmon fish, from a tank into the ocean.
a bunch of pearls, now breaking down,
stainless steel subjected to corrosion.
golden brown is now gone,
but no more wars, I suppose,
who knows?
Submitted: October 14, 2022
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loved the underwater imagery. reminds me of my own works.
Fri, October 14th, 2022 7:31pm
GOOD poem
Fri, October 14th, 2022 7:56pm
Nice!
Fri, October 14th, 2022 8:17pmFacebook Comments
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jaylisbeth
Such insightful piece, friend. Well done
Fri, October 14th, 2022 7:00pm