Written for:  The Twiglets #46 – “still holding”

twenty minutes after hearing, “we will be right with you,”
I am still holding.

Trying to hold stillness in my heart

Scent of whiskey rose
from still holding moonshine.

Antique memories
still have a hold on me.

“Hold still,” she said
after getting shampoo in my eyes.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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