Yard Sale of Thoughts

This circle has holes no one
can fill. I vilify the shape;
no one can deny me, but
I will have to live with 
the blank spaces left inside
me. The indentations on my
pillow, worse than the ones in my will.

I let my voice rise to crescendo
midst the eyes like vessels
sailing me to safety. Voices 
in various notes speaking,
until the violence
is stilled. Progression
beckons confessions.

The poverty of expression
broken by therapy and goodwill.

©2025|K.F.Hartless

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Cover Art: Lynda Toews, Endless Cycle, charcoal drawing on thick paper, NFS

GloPoWriMo#16 Today, try writing a poem that similarly imposes a particular song on a place. Describe the interaction between the place and the music using references to a plant and, if possible, incorporate a quotation – bonus points for using a piece of everyday, overheard language.