In the yeasty yearning for
fuzzy was – its sleep-
deprived, batted eye trimmed with
never-were, prickly lashes
long-frayed from the thumb-on-thumb
of constant tugging –
we loosen our hug
around bugaboo learnings
and lose the gripping
way to clear but not soothing,
white-nighted will be.
4 comments:
Francis,
This somewhat convoluted but utterly delightful wordplay makes more sense than half the candidates who were running!! Welcome to Poets United, and keep on posting!
Amy Barlow Liberatore
Francis - that is such a great use of words - I loved it. It describes the feeling of, 'everyone I voted for lost' so very well. Even the ones who won, have lost. . . we'll never feel that yeasty yearning for fuzzy again. loved it.
Great work Francis. I hope your writing liberates you as much as your readers!
@Amy Thanks for the welcome, and for stopping by. I have a weakness for convolution :)
@HL Well, most of the local candidates I voted for actually won, but that's because the Democrats have got Chicago locked up. The national results were a bit depressing though. You're right, no one is going to win with this election except the monied interests that bought it.
@McD It definitely helps clear my mind and chest :)
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