Day 13- Day 14

A poem a day, for 14 days.

My aim is to put down on paper what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way                                                               – Ernest Hemingway


Thank you for being there.

Light– in there I see.

Dark- where did you go, my solemn key?

Cloudy grey and a knifed word dulled.

Thank you for answering.

Now– for I was beginning to scare.

Never– when my blood ran cold and my skin did tear.

Always a bitter mistake.

=14=     \\ I am my mother’s only one/ It’s enough/ I wear my garment so it shows/ Now you know/ Only love is all maroon/ Gluey feathers on a flume/ Sky is womb and she’s the moon \\ Flume by Bon Iver

I’m so tired of having the flu

with sweeping messes and the flume

different coloured smoky fumes

My heart is low for sticky hues


About dawsoleh

Pre-Vet at University of Lethbridge, hopeful 17-year-old writer, alternative music fanatic, an over thinker at heart. Mayfair, Saskatchewan, Canada
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