ice cubes melted.
water glass sweat.
puddled,
left a ring on the wood.
most days
this would be upsetting
but today?
not today.
today
you melted
down.
you sweat
puddles.
you left a ring on the wood.
matching the one I wear
Upsetting?
Redefined
Written for d'Verse... we adopted a baby 20 years ago. His birth mom took him back just before final papers.
Mindful not to meddle,
Not to be misunderstood,
I made my move.
Moot.
Madness
manifested
in the midst of our foray.
You,
I lost
that day.
Meaning?
Was one a milksop,
monster,
marionette?
Caught in muck and mire,
is there regret?
Maundering alone,
I muster skills once tossed aside,
making an effort,
mediocre~
marshaling on.
Despite the mock’ry made
of memories,
and mercies, mild
I am forlorn.
And now I mourn.
*submitted to Thursday Think Tank ~M~
Wandering through stalls
On Bruges’ market day
we bought bread, cheese, flowers
then headed home to play
We romped and chatted, napped a bit,
awakened, opted to stay
within the walls of our wee flat,
neither tempted to stray
Perfect joy
