It's Still Life

Frustration Of …

Silence
stretched into great intensity.
Struggles
that should be peace.
Independence
often mistaken for chaos.
Laughter
at another’s person expense.

Every year, same date, I sing him the same song, the high notes crack and creak like the 3rd step from the top of the stairs. My eyes laugh, and then my voice, too – I start over again because I am a dog with a bone who seeks perfection.

Fairy-feet
that trip over leaves and roots and air.
Tiny
marvels that I can no long see.
Being
restless as a butterfly.
People
trampled by thoughtlessness.

She is heavily pregnant; I stand to give her my seat on the Circle Line; a man quickly slides behind me and takes the seat, “Are you pregnant,” I say to him, “If not, get up and give that seat to her.”

I am
a bee quiet who waits for spring,
love
about to bloom as a wild rose,
not long,
until I will return to wing,
and after that – repose.

PAD (Poem-a-Day Challenge) Day 7 with Prompt: Frustration. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.