- poem 3, spring 2022 - September 21, 2022
- sestina 1, spring 2022 - September 21, 2022
- poem 2, spring 2022 - September 21, 2022
The air is busy with ebullient chats
Teas swirl with the latest milk,
Musings trickle their way to my ears,
Which sag down my bright green silk
I am treated to the energy of many
Engulfed by the lacking of one
A distant hum barricades my head
I stare at the wood grain table, as glum
As the waitress who tends to me,
But worse, for her shift will cease
She’ll collapse into a lover’s glee
Tonight, while my version, swallowing pleas
Wisps and echoes are the milk
In my fading tea, they snake about
Insidiously; they know my ilk
The weary and always wicked minds
Who’ve fought a dozen medium battles
A million tiny and one large, dullness winds
Itself around my core and yanks the attles
Even deeper, down and down until
I scurry about the bottom bits,
As mobile as I’ve ever been,
And gleeful as the rubbish hits.
great poem Olivia! Nice job on it! <3