There is treasure all around
but you
blacken and turn inward.
You are
an ink blot
on an
illuminated manuscript
a
burning nettle
in a
field of wildflowers
a sliver
in the pink pad of a finger
Let me
help you pack
your
blanket and suitcase.
You no
longer belong
or want to be here.
55 Words for Hedgewitch at Verse Escape.
I think the G-man would have felt the lament here ~
ReplyDeleteI still miss that guy. :) Thanks for finding me here, M.
DeleteMary I love this 55, as you know, and I sympathize with your frustration with Word Press. I personally hate it, and while Blogger is far from perfect, I find it a lot more comfortable to use, read and comment on. Best of luck with the new blog!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Joy. And thank you for following me all over tarnation (love that word!) to comment here. :)
DeleteHello!! Welcome back to the world of Blogspot!! I have not embraced the new format yet ... stubbornly holding onto the old until they kick me off! M is correct, Galen would approve (I do too.)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Helen! When it comes to blogging I am no fan of change either. Thank you so much for the comment and for finding me here. It's good to be back.
DeleteGrowing pains suck. Blogger went and changed what didn't need fixed, but I managed to bite my way through it. Love your poem. Powerfully, beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteThank you Susie. I appreciate you finding me here. :)
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