Ten Word Story

Morning Joy

manufactured morning joy
excessive coffee drinking
crying sorrow by lunchtime

When there was nothing left to say, no words worth speaking, those times were the loudest.

You lived in the noise of it all, trying to find the quiet places and spaces for you, yourself.

When you spoke, the words wouldn’t come out and you found that there’s no relief.

Sweet ethereal

feelings of bygones

moving through

your musical days.

To the string,
jumping in the air,
knocking over porcelain.

Emotion takes hold.

You linger looking towards the waterless sea.

Office love.

You wield the mug,

he becomes the coffee.

So surreal,

yet the flowers don’t

have spoons for hands.

The sink drain gurgles about your broken heart…You stare.

Raw emotion,
in a mess,
as the session
finale ends.

we move
close to
the margin;
our love is wild.