Wallow in blue wails, weighting
down a spongy heart. Love
dwindles in a small silent corner,
forever rusted in knots.
Silver-leafed tree starves
in gentle breeze of Spring,
eaten by squat, six-legged insects,
under the auspices of a careless sky.
But, when the wind roars with laughter,
like the maniacal screams
of kids on carnival rides,
the truth is aired. Yes,
the party is at an end; static radio.
All the black cat magic pictures
have been drawn. Not a lick
of life will survive.
Written for wewritepoems.wordpress.com/We Wordle
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Wow! Nice writing! The ending caught my breath.
Thanks so much, Misk!
I like this very much. Hubby used to sort of work in ‘radio’ a long time ago. And for a short time my parents let me keep a black cat I saved from some mean boys at the park. I think though life will survive…maybe not as we might consider normal. But then we create our own ‘normal’.
Be well. Hugs, Jules
Great work. The words sing.