brittle solitude embraced

brittle solitude embraced
madness
beauty and sheer terror
on this day

let the mathematicians
go figure
a day like this can be
much more than numeral

I hear you as you
make my turns possible
this sweet enhancement
directing this day

so small
so insignificant
so to the slow snail
creeping in dark December

a wet mark a tear
a soft sigh
in the day's dead afterbirth
a resistance surrendering



Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-12-10 at 21:29

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Lots of pain. Me too ... I surrendered today (in my own life). Prisms reflecting emotions.
~Ashe
2014-12-10