was never part of our repertoire.
Now we master
No practice needed.
Once kindred skin
by the infinite gulf
of a couch cushion.
I lied when I said it didn’t matter.
It’s years since you smiled with meaning.
A lifetime since I bludgeoned
with feathery hammer blows
of ruinous silence.
Okay, I confess, so I’m not a poet (I know, shocking!). I would not call myself an aficionado or a student of poetry, nor am I versed in its mechanics and fine points, other than some ancient long-forgotten lessons. But I enjoy a good poem when I come across one and I do follow some very talented poets. And every once in a while I’ll make a clumsy attempt at writing one (I don’t even know where this one came from) and then move on. Today is that day. Anyway, normal programming will resume shortly.