I forget

I forget

 

The blinds, half open

let in the light.

The mirror, not shattered, just broken

is out of sight.

The cat meows, licks itself.

The books gather dust on the shelf.

The pen helps a little,

the neighbor plays the fiddle.

Anger visited me once more,

screams gathered on the shore.

The sun said

it heard someone cry,

don’t know why,

I forget.

Reviews

[Inda]

It's like a shiver down your spine, this poem, great visuals, you're so good in catching moments, and bring them always all together :) Well done... and then I love the denial part in your ending... (for it's maybe just a dream).

- Elisa

[Inda]

Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed this piece, i was having a ball writing it. I love the absurd stuff you know?

I know exactly what you mean my friend, for I'm the same... it just can't be simple... ;-) but it came out here, perfect, I mean, you are the master of short powerful pieces. And with that, you do a real good job, you know how hard it is? to write short? only a few can... ;-)

[Baby Ricochet]

Goddamn neighbor fiddling. Screw him. Good imagery