#195 of 365 – “satchel”

“satchel”

 

sleep took her satchel

and hit the road

 

as I dawdled around

in the dark

 

her tolerance of me

had begun to erode

 

and the distance

between us grew stark

 

I haven’t treated her well

or with the proper respect

 

and I don’t come to bed

till too late

 

so instead of the constant misuse

and neglect

 

she headed out

to the interstate

 

if she doesn’t forgive me

and come back soon

 

my colors will waste

into gray

 

and like clouds in the nighttime

beneath a black moon

 

my dreams

will all fade away

 

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About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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5 Responses to #195 of 365 – “satchel”

  1. pi314chron says:

    Love the “black moon”!! You’ve done a marvelous job of capturing the way we have all felt at one time or another. You do have a wonderful gift of word choice, new and fresh metaphor and surprising imagery. Always a treat to read and reflect upon!

    Ron

  2. Starralee says:

    Wow, wow, wow–you just amaze me every time.

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