#387 – “troubled end”

“troubled end”


I’m not sure

what I’m missing

or if God

is at fault

like he’d

put me in

to simmer

but added no salt

I feel flavorless

bland like

a scrap

of dead air

set aside

like a useless card

in a game

of solitaire

or a wasted

piece of color

on a wall

scraped bare


I have music

to add

but no instrument

to play


to give

but no velvet

words to say

a hand to pull


but no strength

to steal away

and no prayer

that seems to matter

at the troubled

end of day


have I missed

the tree-lined paths

from this road

of dismay

or ignored

the rain of clovers

that softened rocks

along the way


if I listen hard

will I ever

be able to hear

the angels pray?



About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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