Poem -
Falling like
days are
Not simple Falling like
bricks on the back of a flea
crushing and blinding and
Squashing and Grinding
too many days falling
Only one flea
seconds spill minutes, Days
spill blood from me
M
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The metaphor of the flea is very effective. When I link this poem to some of the others I have read it draws me to the meaning of your words. Seconds spill minutes suggests the days sort of drag by. And "only one flea" is a significant line. Hugs x
Thankyou Bernie, you are so appreciated x
Cheers Marion. Appreciation works both ways. x
Bernie is right, days are too big for me sometimes
Thanks so much R... sadly likewise x
So I wish you better days. Always,
B