for VV February 2021

I Am Adrift … And

just want to un-write what was just sent,

and thinking,
Isn’t there an I-take-it-back emoji. And
where’s the Undo? Oh, if pigs, all pink and
squealing could fly, we’d all be in the clouds.


Funny, how silence can be a flared-throat.
How it can throw you off a cliff.

and her mystery was gone. Her veneer, mere
sunbaked concrete. I thought I was a boat,
tied to her dock, but when you tell someone,

I love you,
and silence is their reply, you become their
boat cut adrift, and your vanities wash away.

written in response to a prompt from Visual Verse‘s February image by Tom or Judy Moore,     poem © Misky 2021

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