like humming halo
over tar pools
wept,
my trace soaks you in,
from dry spot time
disappeared,
in murky mirror’s
secrets kept,
face no longer seen as clean
in reflection carved
by ripples,
and foggy forest falls
hush ‘neath halo’s
hovering
middle.
image: https://stock.adobe.com/ro/search?k=%22solar%20halo%22
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... View more posts
