cloud-filled sky
hanging mistakes
it revolves around times
of the pendulum
weirdo
weary cranium
truckload of pens to the dumpster
i adjust my words
to say
i respect you
now shove off
you’re not my problem
by mary ann blinkhorn
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Wow… I really like your writing style… in fact my style of poetry is somewhat similar… I love this.. great work
Thanks. I just subscribed to your blog–excellent poetry there.
“now shove off” … yeah! that’s the way to go š
I’m glad you agree. Thanks.
I like it! Yes indeed!
delighted!
š
Love it, especially the close Mary Ann!
Thank you, Don.
Do you read any of Sylvia Plath’s works Mary Ann?
Laurie
I like Sylvia Plath. I own, Crossing The Water–poems collected by Ted Hughes, written in the transitional period between The Colossus (1960) and Ariel (1965).
Thanks for stopping by and liking “Weathered Barriers”. Thanks also for sharing your work.
my pleasure š
Great thoughtful poem ~ I love that you adjust the words to say I respect you ~ OUCH!
It’s the truth though…lol
This poem made me laugh and gave me strength. You rock!
The only way that a particular person is going to pull the wool over my eyes is if I become a sheep–and I don’t plan to become a sheep anytime soon. Ha! Thanks for your comments.