style is a smashed-up story
a strand of hope
fifty different ways
to make a difference
i glare at his breezy edges
through july mirror
why his expensive best was
fastened with paper buttons?
eat whole grain dresser
at side of plate
like quarter moon
i process weekend words
the ones written
on narrow bits of yellowed paper
overlooked as scraps sometimes
one part kindness
two parts blindness
time never wasted
by mary ann blinkhorn
“why his expensive best was fastened with paper buttons”
Wonderful expression of betrayal. Yes, writers feel this way. Nice!
I appreciate your words. Thanks, Jilanne.
Hello, Ms. Blink. ….always a twinkle and twinge of humor threaded in your tweeded words 😉 – with tags like, croissant, hope, quarter moon, & style, – what more might one expect to see hanging/dangling from the fabric of such whole grained weavings! BTW, thanks much for stopping by my literally little blog (gone floating are the days of the epic numbers in readership for shure 😉
a lovely compliment. Thanks. 🙂
Wow this is powerful stuff and very deep. I love the ;last verse ~ cutting but accurate x
Thanks. Out of the blue it came to me, seconds before I planned to fall asleep.
This is a touching and emotional poem. Very strong too! I love it!! 🙂
Thank you, Raani. Hope you are well.
Long time since last visit – struggling with life – your words dig deep – feeling your saying – your expression is real…
Sorry to hear that, my friend. I’ll stop by your blog later — when I return home from work.