all that’s ensued,
and we rise,

just not quite as high
as sky walker’s
clear eyes,

a tightrope glitters over
this city on pause,
as it dissolves
into a crowd

of arms crossed and
bent crowns,

then feet form their
own clouds to storm
rain’s splendor
on down.

-GG at:

image of downpour:

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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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