taste of ash
smell of something burnt
an almost aching stomach
indigestable smoke and dust
of some aimlessly uttered words
an almost choking pollution
A sticky stain left that is
some exchange of verbal
sort of this and that,
swiftly constructed,
with some so and so,
unintended even undesired filling
in gaps of some time that is
compulsory to share
charging one another excessive pretending
Can frogs unjump
Can we unsay, unstart
or un-bump into each other
2 comments:
Sherry, am loving this poem,especially the ending. I hope that all is well and beautiful in your world. Happy New Year, sweetheart.
So nice to hear from you again, Emandy!
Happy New Year to you too..
All is well, I keep on jumping from one compartment to another in life, trying to reach the machinist, I have that fantasy of kissig him as soon as I see the light at the end of the tunnel, haha
stay in love, stay tuned:)
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