resonant birdcalls
estranged from
credence
awash in a tumultuous
ocean of tears
on the otherside
of this open pond
selling bananas
and flaky croissants
afford but little
to allay one’s tremors
.
-
Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 14th, 2026 05:09
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 3
- In collections: throwback.
Offline)
Comments1
I tend to like bananas and flaky croissants but then I am on the other side of the pond. This poem is best for after breakfast when the brain has more fuel to work. It is enigmatic in its clarity. And it is true that food is comfort for some but not I when feeling sad. A most intriguing poem my friend
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.