Today is

Today Is

Today is the day that carries
a wrath of confusion into
my soul; all choices ill, all
roads littered with scrubbed dreams,
unhoused untreed, unraveling
back into the chaos that gave them form.

Today is the day of wintry gifts-
cold marrow served on frosted
desire, ebony wines of desolation
bitter on the sipper’s palate-
necklaces of regret strung like chains,
linked pearl chokers choking.

…………………………………………..July 22, 2004


About elrondsilvermaul

I never know what to say about myself. I let what I write try to speak as to who I am. I can only add, here, that I am 72, live in a nursing home, am twenty years a cancer survivor, and identify as a gay male. I intend to use this blog as storage for poems? written over the long years (and still being written). This does not preclude other uses.
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One Response to Today is

  1. PennyD says:

    I have to say you are an artist of the word.


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