I write streams
of journals about woe, about life.
what is worth sorrow,
I say to my sister–
come on, it’s late
get to bed–
I can’t help smiling
at her tear streaked cheeks
or at the unfairness of the world.
is muddier, and it touches my inexperience.
I live somewhere
in between loud hot tears
and a spanked bum,
that make their escape
through a smile
over the sink.
I really love what you did here:
“I live somewhere in between
loud hot tears and a spanked bum,
Solid ending lines, great imagery too.
Thank you tre. I love that you loved it.
You’re most welcome.
This evokes beautifully. It seems infused with a tragic air, for me; but more so for its attachment to the astonishingly described mundane. You make the ordinary extra-ordinary – and in that heightened ordinariness, we find the special.
Thanks for the analysis Mils, that was almost a poem itself
Not in a oh how cute kinda way but like hard hitting the struggle is real kinda way
Thanks for the comment and thanks for the clarification and thanks for the chuckle
😊👌 for a chuckle… Anytime
This is incredible.