giant globes in bloom
abundant apologies
thaw an icy heart?
About the Creator
Rivynn
Non-Binary, neuro divergent, disabled queerdo livng in the Seattlish area. A poet, misfit, artist, castoff, daydreamer with aspirations of being a genius, or a washing machine someday if all else fails and I somehow grow up.
Five—One Grounding
Five—Locked in a perpetual battle against my failing senses and reason, I fight to survive, to get through; I am afraid of... nothingandeverythingallatonce—...—my mouth is dry, and my muscles seize up... what can I see? I can see the birdcage and birds; I can see the watercolour my beautiful wife painted many years ago and unlocked her journey into art; I can see the empty mug of tea as it sits perilously on the arm of the sofa; how many is that now? Three down, two to go; I can also see a jackdaw on the roof of our neighbour's house across the road and a bookcase of potential—Five things you can see.
By Paul Stewart7 days ago in Poets
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