So, I'm assuming today is Journal Poetry Day again, and if it's not, oh well, I'm gonna post my poem anyways...
"Calm"
is a charred heart
pumping black bile
under the kitchen table
so your coffee's hot bitter
can cool to the gentle flavor
of chilled windowsill dust.
"Calm"
is a charred heart
pumping black bile
under the kitchen table
so your coffee's hot bitter
can cool to the gentle flavor
of chilled windowsill dust.
onetruesephiroth:
i like this there is nothing like a little bit of bitter every once in a while to soothe the soul. (unless im missing the point, 'cause poetry is beyond me sometimes). as for my little piece, its the beginning of a novel im writing and i will eventually be putting up more.