In the Deep


Although I’m being tortured by
this godawful playlist,
and the roadways are packed
with swellheaded asses,
I’m here, driving, but also naught-

My mind, it reaches,
lays bold strokes of Red,
then backtracks to flitters and flutters
until the butterfly effect
rests upon my heart-

And then the question hits me-
strikes me-shocks me-
How would they fair?
Do they really need me?
Or an open ear, rides, a warm body?

It guts me to consider that
all might be ordinary.

I don’t know what that means.

I think of Christmas Lights;
of closed bridges and highways;
I see consequences, maybes,
Forget-me-nots,
And they hurt me.



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Written on 2024-03-03 at 01:27

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
"Awareness" is a very mixed blessing.

When my poet friend wants a shorthand version of a compliment, she says, "ace." This is ace, R.W.S.
2024-03-03


Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
oh dear! i do hope it all went fine or is going fine, RWS. Nice way to say it in a poem.
2024-03-03