worlds apart

swirls of girl-
shook my
world

still showered
high, bliss
soaked sky-

waving
ribbons, tying bows
on tiny
gifts

for me.

longing whiffs
drift to the heavens,

soft,
swift.

i slipped from
stiffest
cliff,

lost to savage
seas-

please, forgive
me.

© Anthony Gorman 2018


Anthony Gorman

Short poems for short attention spans. Come visit my WordPress site, Hands In the Garden at https://handsinthegarden.wordpress.com/.

1 Comment

BeckiesMentalMess.wordpress.com · February 23, 2018 at 12:21 am

Nice to read something less morbid this time around… Beautiful. 🙂

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