June 1, 2019Poem
A pinch and a thump.
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A pinch and a thump.
Pilates later, typically when I feel dead on my feet.
Indifference
Is a cold hand
Squeezing the heart
A frozen ground
An unyielding wall
A breathless void
A death stare
A well of deep confine
Darkness complete
Draining life
With no knowledge
Of its impact
No moment of recognition
Even as a dragonfly
Dances across the sky
Lost in music
The shadow of a rosebush
Flickers across
The veins
Of a marbled floor
Dust motes
Curl into the shape
Of serpents
There is nothing there
To stir the interest
Impassively detached
A callous regard
Of involvement
The cold shoulder
Of dismissal
No warm heart
For anyone or anything
No embers
To be dispersed
Lost to love
The remains of hate
Will smoulder
On a back burner
As, without a care,
Indifference
Turns away