Salt

Not the day to let myself think,

I know the direction my thoughts will take.

Will I be punished for letting my optimism slip?

 

Here my plastic walls are artificially pleasing.

I can’t resist looking over my shoulder,

through my carefully hung curtains.

 

I find myself out of gas in the desert.

With the night comes relief, until I realize

that the cold will leave me frozen.

Reviews

[THERISA]

A very interesting poem, which use the contrast between hot and cold. Also hope and despair, of finding oneself in an inhospitable environment. Of having the possible salvation turning into damnation. Love how you manage to convey these feeling in only 9 lines of verse.

[Kenji Light]

A very morbid write. I enjoyed the contrast between heat and cold in this piece. The desert is certainly an ideal setting for this write. It really is an amazing feat to witness the once super-heated earth cool down past freezing all in the same day and sometimes in the manner of a couple of hours. It is a brilliant contrast and just a bit ironic.

[The Elder Pine]

I think that this piece is well done. The trials of life are quite something and cause us to realize things that we never thought we would see before. Well done.