lack of that presence

carry’s infinite weight

plummeting soul

‘munching’ face


on the scales

heavy breath is

weighed against

hollow heart


no balance

time is

given the day off

no bets taken


a sodden blanket sky

folds itself

across the horizon

drips soft torment


it must be love

or a stomach


hard to tell


a 55 for Joy’s Verse Escape prompt



3 thoughts on “blue

  1. hedgewitch says:

    Made me smile, Paul. Love is *at least* as bad as the flu–at least with luck you get over that. Great descriptions and artful line breaks, and quick bright imagery like ‘time is given the day off’ make this 55 more than the sum of its parts. Thanks for playing, Paul, and best wishes for a kickass weekend yourself.

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