Hanging our heads, toeing up clumps
of grass, anger crystallized on tongues
ready to strike, words fall, a shattering
of glass and there between us
a humming of resentment.
Let us roll up these salt crusted
sleeves, an offering of tender wrists
scented with a new morning, peace
in this family fray. An awakening
in that flat stretch of mind allowing
fresh communication.
of grass, anger crystallized on tongues
ready to strike, words fall, a shattering
of glass and there between us
a humming of resentment.
Let us roll up these salt crusted
sleeves, an offering of tender wrists
scented with a new morning, peace
in this family fray. An awakening
in that flat stretch of mind allowing
fresh communication.
3 comments:
"...salt crusted sleeves..." what a great visual.
oh how i wish we could just step away and try again..
but instead there remains,,
"between us a humming of resentment."
Lovely visuals and metaphors for two trying to communicate.
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