Writing very little these days
Not very happy about that.
Life must be too good.
Love. Love is good.
But then,
The Ex sends a text
Parked out front. Can we come in?
They say,
Poetry ensues out of the friction.
Between the water and the riverbank.
Sometimes I get washed away in the current.
The answer was “yes.”
The Ex and her lover, pushing
Controllingly pushing me into the water.
Grasping for something.
Struggling for someone to hold on to.
Christine!
Dayvid Graybill © 2012
Deborah
Regis
My first thought was about some automobile in a story by Stephen King.
Ron
Cheers,
Dan
I gather this is somewhere in between letting go & hanging on?
that hurts....someone has been pushing me for many years
I finally said enough is enough
the joys in our heart need to be guarded
against negative people & their contaminant junk
they try to push & dump on us
so let's go swimming & make sand angels
Love & Treasure Hunts
Vickie
Love and watermelon wine,
Sage