A Steamy Path

after sky unveiled this backdrop to me the other morning It’d have been bold of me not to honor it in word..

good lord, morn’s
stumbling path

peers more like Dante’s
drawn his steamy

as lips break to yawn,
fire of the sky asks me
why i ain’t in awe

n’ fawnin’..

i fail to hold back
my lunatic

no tearful pleas, no
humbled knee

just reconcilin’ the
hot poker tip
of irony.

good lord, these reds
r mesmerizin

Published by grumpygorman

I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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