No More Pocket Doves


Feel it face flush

anger over mind racing

screaming in ringing ear hush

This is

unseen weight of boulder

stabbing digging

resting on weakened shoulder

It is my

Frankenstein monster caged

wrong word

flapping tongue rage

meaningless apologies

do nothing to love

I’ve ruined countless chances

in my pocket no more doves

My mind has been with my fiction lately but this poems stuck with me all day today.  I thought that I would share my thoughts with you all today.  The photo I found on Google images.


5 thoughts on “No More Pocket Doves

  1. This was so beautiful – and hit home hard today . . . I was thinking of writing a poem to describe the day just to get it out, but you did it for me . . . Thanks ☮

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