lips tumbling poorly pronouncing
enunciated misunderstandings
cold buttons on warm clothes
earmuffs, attached stocking caps
misguided misdirected hopes dreams
fears leaving exploring hills in acid rain
lost going east thinking north losing road after wet road
no meetings thinking meetings
braggart strengthened hands
rubbing constricted bent bone bound muscle
loosening tension built alcohol released words
sputtered onto digital page
poured through finger pushed buttons
dumped, vomited whilst awe filled world
holds wordless breaths back
again our lips failing falling slipping slurping
seeking clarity
wonderful bumbling flow. your poetry is seriously getting better.
off and on…
i have my bad days… weeks.. months.. but then some good stuff..
this was written for that bumbling-ness
Your poem is flowing gold…
I have had a gloomy day, thanks for asking.
😉