Hard Truth
A Poem
Glass bottle shatters loudly standing still
the will to tell you that i am not straight fleas
this light breeze that will soon turn crisp mixing
with apples and pumpkin and fallen leaves
oh how those of blood disappoint
carefully move for the dustpan and broom to sweep
oh how of those of chosen bonds do not
sweeping shards that will not fit even with the glue to put back together
is this a stopover before the destination
two and a half hours drive to niagra outlet mall
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of which one do you ask
now in the trash can hopeing
no one notices this mess
for now it is up in the Air
Hello Friends
How are you?
I’m doing spectacular
It’s me, Nazira, I know it has been a while since I have last been on the blog. It’s not that I can’t #Write, I have been going through some life changest events personally which has accected my urge to put words on paper. Hopefully I can make sense of things and bring you a story, thought, or poem in the near future.
Today’s poetic exploration is about relationships, specifically, in making sense the feeling of family. Lately I have been realizing more and more that those by blood will not always be there and those by choice will- and even when they leave at least you know who you can and can not trust with this secret of the heart.
Let me know what you think down in the comments.
See You Soon!!!
Your Friendly Poet: Nazira Rose
