365 Days of Poetry: Day Seventy-Six

This should be the last one for today. I am tempted to post my drunken ramble from last night, but realize in the morning light it is not the best idea. So here’s another from the same series as the last, and new will start tomorrow.

“I wish I had a river, I could skate away on.”

You made me cry,
countless times, steeped
in the rack of a new world order.

Flow changes,
weeds trapped in roots–
these logs laid five years ago.

Suffering is not
the eternal end it seemed
when dawn rushed in.

Ice begins, thin
layers building as
higher order stops the rush.

Toe pick makes
the smallest of dents,
chips not enough to spear an ant.

“I wish I had a river, I could skate away on.”

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About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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