clap your hand,
snap the
band,
empty a can of
ash once
called
man,
clap with one hand
and throw of
fistful of
beach,
over pine box of dear
friend just out
of reach,
as waves lap my
chapped
feet.
Grumpy Gorman
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This is lovely.
Thanks! The bulk came to me while sleeping. Forgot about half by the time I had a pen… heh. In this wild a time, i’m just thankful that anyone takes the time to read these.. Blessings. 🙂
Absolutely adore this one.
Mournful and bleak, yet somehow hopeful in a way also.
Brilliant writing. 🖤
I have yet to master the art of restraint 😉 I’m glad you like it.. much better these kinds of tones hit the page than a wall! Stay well and thanks for reading, of course.
I know the feeling well.
You’re most welcome my friend 👍🖤