Feather of Spring

i roll with curlin’ fingers of
her tide and crash land
somewhere on my
blinder side
,

still best damn view
of this wasted
beach..

litter swirls in icy jig with
debris kicked up and
the brittle bits of
deader leaves..

seagulls givin’ chase-
my trash, their
treasure..

it’s ever been
the same
.

our dawn sky
thaws
..

and as a feather of spring
weather tickles
my brain
..

..i’m raw.

image: https://www.dreamstime.com/photos-images/feather-sand.html

image: https://makeagif.com/gif/american-beauty-thomas-newman-from-the-plastic-bag-scene-Ut4EIA

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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