She sits in judgement like mayonnaise setting.
‘Mog!’ she utters with eyes of reckoning
slant with questions
dull with doubt
We held together
clung close and tearful
but the worlds we built
mouthfuls of discontent
Hereafter let dreamscapes guide you to perfection.
Let panoramas pulsate with fury
at the perils of being
After all, the world ends not with a bang but a whimper… and so do many relationships.
I’m linking this to that wonderfully supportive group dVerse Poets Pub, which has become a much-loved second home for me on the web. The prompt was to write a poem in precisely 55 words. I only had to add the first line and this poem became just the right thing.