Hello, yesterday I was told by two individuals that they like the photo of the first draft so I’m repeating that today. Because, because.
Hope you enjoy todays poems.
Nothing fights
Today I got on a screaming Mach
with the wind.—
It laughed at me, it dried my face, and called me
an old prune,—
or that is what I thought it said.—
Anger filled my ears so I screamed back to bitter
the world,
but my voice was lost, unheard and forgotten.
Photo by Rosa Marval (me).
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I like the shadow of the hand and camera on this one. It feels like the yelling into the wind is both literal and metaphoric in this one. I like it