Flash 55
Days crawl,
A trail of poured treacle.
How many clouds have I seen pass
By these windows I've opened and shut again—
Count how many times—I've walked from door
To bed, to window, to door - how many steps
Taken in this temporary home, this land.
How many months to make
A citizen?
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Prompt: Imaginary Garden's Flash 55 prompt. I'm using Sunday's prompt, but technically this is Friday's poem since I'm catching up.
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I feel the sadness and weariness. I fear it takes a long time anywhere.
ReplyDeleteI love the egg shape of the poem and the words contain a kind of searching. Your artwork is delightful.
ReplyDeleteI particularly admire the 2nd line, and the illustration ~
ReplyDeleteThank you very much.
ReplyDeleteThank you, I'm glad you like my watercolour and poem :)
ReplyDeleteHomesickness happens to the best of us!
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