The cup is full of thoughts,
branded memory ideas
strained through a sieve
of days rolling
under cloud horses
and sailing ships.
On the lips,
a word teeters
on phonetic sounds
dragging it out
of a daydreaming brain
foggy on recall.
Not on the ball
is the right condition
while watching
waves, seagulls,
and paper pieces
tumbling in the wind.
A moment of cringe
as flabby backs
roll out of daisies
stretching threads away
from the weight to a
sight quickly unseen.
It must be the greed
lulling us into
feeling wherever
in life we are,
there is no bother
in a double chin.
M.Flannery August 2023
2 comments:
Well composed and great post card of yesteryear ~ thanks,
Wishing you good health, laughter and love in your days,
A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)
Thank you, Carol
Old postcards are a favorite of mine, especially for the holidays.
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